HARPER
"SynCore!" Dominic growled, baring his teeth at me. "That bastard was here, wasn't he?"
"Who are you talking about?" I asked, feigning ignorance as I reached for the card in his hand.
He lifted it higher.
Even in four inch heels, Dominic was still infuriatingly tall. I barely reached his shoulders.
"Answer me, Harper," he demanded.
"Give the card back," I shot back, dodging his question again.
Dominic's eyes narrowed, thinning into angry slits. A shiver slid down my spine as his furious gaze dragged slowly over me, from my face to my feet.
Instinctively, I glanced down at myself to be sure I didn't have a wardrobe malfunction.
I wore a black cap sleeved dress that fell just above my knees, fitted to my body like a glove. The neckline dipped low enough to reveal skin, but it was still tasteful. Modest.
Yet the way Dominic stared made me feel stripped bare.
He always had that effect on me. Nothing new there.
