Chapter 2

Dominic took out his phone. "Scan me. Let me know if you ever need anything."

Clearly, Logan had set this up beforehand.

I ran a high-end, custom fashion design studio.

With Logan's connections and my unique designs, my studio had quickly made a name for itself.

After styling a few celebrities for red carpet events and creating some viral looks, my business had boomed.

By now, I was the go-to independent designer for the city's elite.

But my ambition didn't stop there. I wanted to build my own commercial brand and take it global.

"Vivian? Don't just stand there. Not everyone gets a chance to get Dominic's personal contact," Logan's voice pulled me back to reality.

I blinked and saw Dominic holding out his phone with a QR code on the screen. His long fingers held the edge of the device in a relaxed, effortless grip.

I pulled out my phone and scanned it.

With a soft ding, we were connected.

His profile picture was a solid, matte black background. Nothing else.

His Instagram grid was completely empty. No posts, no clues.

I put my phone away and looked up, catching his gaze.

He wasn't looking at his phone. Instead, his eyes were locked onto my face... specifically, my lips.

It was only for a split second before he looked away.

But I still caught the faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Interesting.

I looked away and took a sip from my glass.

It was ice water.

Suddenly, Dominic spoke up. "You should drink something else."

"What?"

"Ice water isn't good for you right now."

Quietly, he pushed his own glass of warm water toward me.

I took a sip of the warm water, lowering my head to hide the small smirk on my lips.

When I had reached into my bag for my phone earlier, I had purposely let him catch a glimpse of the tampons in my purse.

So far, this man was passing with flying colors.

After the party, I didn't reach out to Dominic.

Since he had agreed to help Logan test me, he would definitely make the first move.

I was right.

He showed up directly at my studio.

He claimed he was in the neighborhood for a meeting, remembered my studio was nearby, and wanted to see if I could custom-make a suit for him.

A client is a client. I had no reason to turn him down.

"Of course. But I'll need to take your measurements first. Are you in a rush, Dominic?"

"Not at all."

I stepped forward with my measuring tape.

Dominic cooperatively took off his suit jacket, leaving him in a crisp, high-quality white dress shirt.

I measured his shoulders and arms. Everything went smoothly until I wrapped the tape around his waist.

Because of the angle, I practically had to step right into his chest.

The clean, woody scent of a mature man instantly wrapped around me.

He looked down, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

Then, without warning, his lips lightly grazed my earlobe.

I gasped, stepping back as if I'd been electrocuted.

He lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

I let out a mocking laugh. "Logan sent you to test me, didn't he?"

"Yes," he admitted, completely unfazed by being caught. Instead, he looked at me with burning intensity. "But what if I've fallen for you for real? What do I do now?"

"Is that so?" I met his deep gaze, a slow smile spreading across my face. "Then you'll have to try harder."

We stared at each other.

Some things didn't need to be said out loud. When two people are on the same wavelength, they just know.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen and answered it right in front of me.

"Don't worry, she hasn't texted me at all."

"Don't believe me? I'll send you a screenshot."