Chapter NineBrielle
What am I doing?
I barely know this man, and yet I’ve punched my address into his fancy car’s GPS. Now I’m practically trembling in the leather seat as we drive toward my apartment. Other than asking for my address, he hasn’t said a word, and his silence is unnerving.
I grab my phone and send a text to Julie.
Brielle: s**t! I invited him back to my place. Talk me out of this!!
Her reply is instant.
Julie: Go for it, girl!
Not the words of caution I wanted to hear. Then again, she’s always encouraged me to take more risks, so what was I really expecting? I take a deep breath and catch Dom looking at me from the corner of his eye.
“Everything okay over there?” he asks, pulling me from my moment of panic.
“I…yes.”
“Don’t lie to me, Brielle. You’re second-guessing
