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They remained locked in the embrace for countless moments. Finally, Dom pulled away, a
wicked gleam brightening her extraordinary gaze.
"Baby, did you lock the door?" She asked.
Trin frowned a bit. "Yeah...why?"
Dominique pushed him back on the floor and rested on top of him. "Let's start working this
out." She suggested.
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"So are they all married?"
"All but one."
"Mmm mmm mmm. That's a gorgeous group. I don't think they'll have any problems
drawing business."
"They're opening an investment firm Janice, not a strip club."
Janice Redd waved off Dominique's remark, her dark almond-shaped gaze trained on the
conference room door. "Well, I can't wait to start playin' the market."
Dominique rolled her eyes at the suggestive comment. "I gotta get back in there."
"Need some help?" Janice offered, ready to fall in step beside Dom.
"Nah, I gave them some time to go over my questions for the interview. They should be
done by now." She called, already heading towards the double doors at the end of the corridor.
After smoothing her hands across the long sleeves of the figure flattering tan dress, she
stepped inside the room.
"How do things look, gentlemen?" She called, whisking toward the huge oval table in the
center of the room.
Of course, each one of the devastating men at the table, took the question literally.
"From where I sit things look quite lovely."
"Beautiful."
"Absolutely incredible."
"Guys, the woman's husband is in this room, you know?"
Dominique resisted laughing at the boisterous comments. She nodded once to acknowledge
them, before waving her hands toward the table. "I can only hope the questions for the interview
look just as good?" She probed.
"We're very pleased." Russell Avery told her.
Dom clasped her hands and pinned the group with a skeptical gaze. "You're sure? No
questions you feel uncomfortable answering?"
"Not one." Jeremy Wallace further confirmed.
Dominique couldn't help glancing at Trin who occupied the seat farthest from her. He had
been virtually silent since the meeting began almost an hour earlier.
"Well are there any questions you'd like me to address? Something I didn't add on the list?"
She asked, watching the men shake their heads. "I am a professional guys, you can tell me if
you're displeased."
Sam Rutgers shrugged. "We have no problems with your work, Dominique."
Dom wasn't quite convinced that the group of top-notch, hard-nosed businessmen had no
concerns. She sent her husband a helpless look. Trin chuckled, drawing his partners' attention.
"I think my wife is trying to tell you guys that you can feel free to criticize or question her
without making me uncomfortable. Am I right?" He added, smiling more broadly when she
nodded.
Simon Frakes gestured towards Trin. "You think we're afraid of this guy?" He teased.
"I'm sure this is rather awkward." Dom pointed out.
"Dominique, we assure you that we have no problems with anything so far." Jeremy
reiterated.
"We'll definitely speak up if we do." Russell added.
"Alright, I'll drop it." Dom sighed, flipping to the next page on her legal pad. "The only
thing we need to discuss now is the time for the interview."
"Our schedules are practically clear right now. Any time is good for us."
"You all are by far the easiest group I've ever had to work with." Dom told Sam.
"We aim to please." He said.
"How about day after tomorrow?" Dominique proposed, focusing on the appointment book
next to her pad. "Noon?" She added, watching the group nod and notate the date on their
electronic calendars and date books. "Trin?" She called, waiting for him to make the decision
unanimous.
He lifted his hand from the table and shrugged. "No problem." He replied, more interested in
watching his wife handle the group than participating in the conversation.
Dom made an effort to ignore Trin's smile. She prayed she could get through the rest of the
meeting without him affecting her hormones any further.
"So, we're set on Thursday at noon." She re-confirmed, circling the date. "If there's nothing
else we need to discuss gentlemen, I have everything I need. But please feel free to call me with
any questions you have." She offered, as they stood from the table.
"Does that go for me too?" Trin asked, when his partners were walking out the door.
Dominique pushed a stray curl from her forehead and smiled up at him. "I'd prefer to see
you in person." She whispered.
Trin's smoldering onyx stare narrowed with wicked intent. "I'll keep that in mind." He said,
sending her a devilish wink and smile before he turned to leave.
Dominique moved to gather the loose papers from the table. When she turned, Trin was still
there. He was leaning against the closed door, both hands inside the deep pockets of his navy
blue pin-striped trousers.
"Was there something else, Mr. Salem?" She asked, taking note of the humorous smirk on
his gorgeous face.
"There was one more thing." He admitted, as he strolled towards her.
"Oh?" Dominique inquired, setting her papers aside and smoothing both hands across her
hips. "Something I forgot to cover?"
Trin's big hands encircled her tiny waist. "Mmm hmm. Me." He said, pulling her against his
chest.
Dominique could only respond with a tiny whimper as his mouth slanted over hers. His
tongue traced the outline of her full, parted lips before thrusting inside. The deep kiss forced
several soft moans from her throat. Trin massaged her back with soothing languorous strokes,
before his hands moved around to cup the sides of her breasts.
"Trin..." She gasped, feeling his breathtaking arousal grow more pronounced.
"Should we be expecting company?" He asked, his hand already moving beneath the hem of
her dress.
Dom's lashes fluttered madly when she felt his fingers slip inside her panties. "I-we have the
room for another hour. I thought the meeting would take longer." She explained, gasping when
she felt him stroking her intimately.
"I guess that'll have to do." Trin decided, taking a seat in one of the chairs and pulling her
down with him.
She straddled his lap and favored his strong jaw with the softest kisses. Trin buried his face
into the fragrant valley between her breasts, but wanted more.
"Trin, wait." Dom cautioned, knowing he was seconds away from ripping the delicate
buttons along the front of her dress. "I have to walk out of here, you know?"
His hands massaged her thighs and he watched as she unbuttoned the bodice with
maddening slowness. He uttered a ragged groan when the lacy white bra was revealed. His lips
sought one breast, while his hand cupped the other.
Dom threw her head back and rubbed herself against his arousal. Trin treated her to an
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