Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 61

The driver had already made his point—there was no getting out of it now. Cynthia forced herself to step out of the car, following awkwardly behind Dominic into the elevator.

When they reached his floor, Dominic led the way down the hall, loosening the buttons on his shirt as he walked. The moment they crossed the threshold into his apartment, he shrugged off his shirt entirely and tossed it onto the arm of the sofa.

His back was all sculpted muscle and smooth lines, radiating an almost overwhelming masculine energy. Cynthia flushed a deep red, staring before she could stop herself.

Dominic, still ahead, came to a sudden halt. Cynthia nearly walked right into him, barely stopping in time.

He turned, facing her, and leaned down just a little, voice low and teasing.

"Miss Tremaine, you might want to wipe the drool from your mouth."

Automatically, Cynthia's hand flew up to her lips—of course, there was nothing there.

She realized a beat too late that he'd been messing with her, and her face turned an even brighter shade of red.

Dominic laughed, a deep, genuine sound, before heading off to the bathroom.

The driver carried some things up from the car, then gestured for Cynthia to follow him to Dominic's walk-in closet.

"Miss Tremaine, all of Mr. Holloway's everyday clothes are here. You can mix and match as you see fit."

"Alright," Cynthia replied, nodding.

Dominic's closet wasn't at all what she'd imagined. Instead of a monotonous row of gray and black suits, every possible style and color hung neatly in their own sections. She'd always pictured him as the type to wear nothing but crisp, custom-tailored suits in somber shades.

Her gaze was immediately drawn to a section of pastel pinks—there, a pink dress shirt and a pair of white dress pants hung side by side. Cynthia couldn't even picture Dominic wearing something like that, but with his looks and figure, it would probably suit him no matter what.

"Out," he muttered.

"Yes, Mr. Holloway," Cynthia said, not quite able to keep the embarrassed flush from her cheeks as she hurried out of the closet.

No sooner had Dominic lifted the towel to change than Cynthia poked her head back in.

He quickly covered up again.

"I picked out your outfit—it's hanging right there…" she said, pointing to the clothes she'd chosen.

"I see it," Dominic replied, his voice muffled.

Cynthia finally retreated to the living room, flopping onto the couch with a triumphant sense of justice. After all, after the little stunt Dominic pulled on her earlier, it was only fair.