HARPER
If looks could kill, I should be dead by now. All through the party, Dominic's gaze had been fixated on mine.
I didn't know my earlier silence had such an impact until now. He hadn't said much, not even when I gave the speech about being together with him, and there was no divorce going on.
But, he'd butted into every conversation I'd had with another man. And even now, while pretending to be deep in discussion with William, his eyes stayed locked on me—watchful, intense. Possessive.
"If a man looked at me like that," a sultry voice murmured beside me, "I'd feel like I hit the jackpot."
I turned to see a blonde. Pretty, maybe my age or a touch older. Her lips curved in a smirk as she lifted her glass of Dom Pérignon and took a slow sip, her gaze drifting lazily between Dominic and me.
