Page 23 of Best In Class (Savannah's Best #7)

Dom

I ’m ecstatic. The date was a success.

I walked her to her front doorstep, and kissed her until Mama opened the door and shooed me away.

Talk about feeling like a giddy teenager!

I’m in the Savannah Lace offices for a design meeting and I couldn’t care less about the damned hospital. I’m excited to see Luna. It’s like it used to be. I am always hungry for her—to see her, to hold her, to be inside her.

Rachel, Nina’s EA, tells me that Luna is in another meeting, and I should head to the conference room.

The office hums with its usual rhythm of low voices on conference calls, laughter, keyboards, and the steady clicks of styluses against tablets.

I stop at the cafeteria and chat with Mira, who insists I should have lunch at Savannah Lace today since she’s made a lamb biriyani to die for. As a lover of Indian food, I’m all in!

Maybe Luna and I can get a table just for ourselves .

Maybe I can hold her hand when no one is watching.

Maybe I can steal a kiss.

Maybe—

“Dom, you haven’t been replying to my messages or answering my calls,” Camy complains as she walks into the conference room where I’m trying to review revised elevations for the north wing of the hospital while not thinking about Luna’s tasty lips.

Camy’s dressed like it’s a fashion show instead of a design meeting, and she slides into the seat beside me with too much perfume and not enough pretense.

“Camy, I don’t work on weekends.”

Camy pouts. “Those were personal messages, Dom.”

I’m just about ready to tell her there is nothing personal between us when she leans in, her breast suggestively brushing against my arm. “There’s an art opening at the Savannah Modern tomorrow night. You should take me.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I feel Luna’s presence. I don’t have to turn around to know she’s in the room.

“Why not?”

I turn toward Camy, all ease and no apology. “Because I have plans.”

“With?” Her eyes are wide with anger and curiosity.

“My girlfriend.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “Oh? Someone I know?”

Luna walks around the table, her eyes on me, warning .

I ignore the ‘ don’t spill the beans’ look. “Yeah, it actually is. It’s Luna. Good morning, Moonbeam.”

Luna stills. So does Camy .

“ What ?” Camy’s mouth stays open. It’s not an attractive look.

“I. Am. Dating. Luna. Steele,” I enunciate each word. “It’s serious.”

“What?” Camy repeats.

Luna sets her laptop on the table with a loud thud.

Camy looks at Luna’s furious face and then at my smiling one.

“What’s going on here?”

“Slow burn romance,” I hear Stella say in a bored tone as she comes into the meeting room.

Before Camy can ask more questions, other team members arrive, and the meeting takes off. Thankfully, Camy shuts the hell up.

All the softness that had been there last night in Luna’s demeanor toward me has vanished. I know why. She didn’t like me announcing to Camy, essentially the world, that we are dating.

Well, suck it up, buttercup because if we’re together, which we are, no fucking way am I going to hide that fact. Hell, I’m ready to pound my chest and scream, ‘ Me Dom. My woman Luna. Hear me roar!’

Camy flounces out as soon as the meeting ends.

I have no clue why she’s in a tizzy. Sure, we went out to social events once in a while, mostly when I knew Luna would be in attendance, but I didn’t lay a hand on the woman.

Any ideas about a relationship were in her head, and she should know better since I turned down having sex with her when she offered, repeatedly .

Luna meets me by the door with a look that could peel paint off the walls.

She grabs my wrist and pulls me into her office. She shuts the door. Locks it.

Interesting!

“What the hell was that?” she hisses, her cheeks flushed.

I don’t insult her intelligence by asking ‘ what the hell was what’ even though I’m tempted to. “ That was the truth.”

“You can’t just drop it like that in front of the whole team?—”

“I can,” I cut in gently. “I’m not hiding us .”

She glares at me. Frustrated. Gorgeous. Mine .

“Moonbeam, are you embarrassed about being with me?” There is a silver of fear inside me that she is.

She looks at me like I’ve sprouted horns. “Are you out of your mind?”

I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of relief. “Then what’s the problem?”

Her shoulders drop, the fight draining out of her as fast as it came. “I…I just…so…we’re dating now? Is that what this is?”

“I believe yesterday’s picnic made it pretty clear. I even copped a feel, and you didn’t protest. That’s first base, baby. The ruling is in! We. Are. Officially. Dating.” Deal with it!

Her lips twitch. “You’re….”

“Yours.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. I step closer. Her eyes glitter shyly.

I yank her to me. She doesn’t resist. She puts her hands on my shoulders and goes on tiptoe, brushing her lips against mine.

The kiss is slow. Soft. Soothing. Stirring.

When we part, I’m grinning like a kid who just found a PS5 under the Christmas tree.

She smirks. “So, if we’re officially dating, when’s the next date?”

God! I love this woman!

“Friday afternoon. If we can duck out early.”

“We’ll see.”

As I’m leaving her office, she calls out, “I see Camy rubbing her boobs against you again, I’m going to rip her fake tits off.”

I love her jealousy.

“ Actually , they’re not fake.”

She throws a pencil at me. I catch it.

“Copped a feel, did you?”

“Nah. The only tits I’m interested in are yours, Moonbeam.”

She blushes. The rare pink flush tells me I’ve won this round.