Once Ethan had disappeared, Dominic lifted her off the ground.
Mila gasped, encircling her arms around his neck. "Put me down."
"Let me carry you."
She giggled. "The neighbors will be watching."
"This is the least I care about." Dominic strode forward without slowing.
He might not care, but Mila did. It was the place where she had been living for years. She knew everyone in the building. Many of them were her patients.
How was she going to face them after tonight?
Embarrassed, she hid her face in his shoulder. It was a mistake.
The scent of his cologne filled her senses, intoxicating her.
As soon as they entered the elevator, she inhaled. "You smell good," she whispered, letting her lips brush over his neck.
His body went rigid.
"Mila," he called her in a warning tone. "Don't provoke me. I'll start right here. Then don't blame me for being shameless in front of your neighbors."
"It's not my fault. You carried me. I asked you to put me down."
