Chapter 153
At that moment, Evelyn couldn't bring herself to care about anything else.
Even recognizing it as a deliberate trap, she stepped forward without hesitation.
She already knew exactly what she would ask him.
Her burning questions were simple - were Alexander and Isabella truly her children?
And was Dominic the mysterious employer from five years ago...
"The primary benefits of this product include..." Evelyn awkwardly recited the script from her rushed thirty-minute training session. "Beyond contraception, condoms significantly reduce transmission risks for STDs like syphilis, gonorrhea, and HIV. They provide essential protection..."
Her mind swirled with those two crucial questions as she mechanically answered his earlier inquiries.
Dominic set aside the contraceptive and picked up another item instead.
The packaging boasted: "Long Distance Couples' Remote Control Massager."
The implications were unmistakable.
As a man, Dominic had zero experience with such devices.
"You sell these too? Quite the diverse inventory." His deceptively calm gaze held hidden blades of anger beneath the surface warmth. "Did your manager teach you how to demonstrate this for male customers?"
Evelyn pressed her lips together tightly, the momentary relief in her tension vanishing instantly.
She had no idea how to respond.
"Explain it to me," he commanded.
Evelyn stared blankly, avoiding his scorching gaze like a student caught unprepared. She haltingly recited from memory:
"This product... allows couples to... share intimacy despite physical distance..."
No, wrong phrasing. She corrected herself: "Experience pleasure together..."
"It features smartphone control with customizable vibration patterns... adjustable intensity and duration... lets partners connect from anywhere globally..."
By the time she finished stammering through the description, her cheeks burned crimson.
The flush spread from her face to her delicate earlobes, her expression caught between innocence and something far more provocative.
Dominic suddenly leaned in, turning the device over in his hands before whispering against her ear: "I'll take this one."
Her breath hitched. What could he possibly want with... that?
"Actually... this is designed for female use," she offered weakly, immediately regretting the clarification.
His voice dropped to a rough timbre: "I'm purchasing it for my wife to enjoy while I control it remotely. Unless you described it wrong?"
His... wife...
His masculine scent flooded her senses as heat radiated through their clothing, scorching her skin.
Worst of all, she could feel his growing arousal pressing insistently against her.
The sheer size terrified her - it might devour her whole.
Locked in his intense gaze, she stopped struggling, fearing any resistance might provoke him further.
Her eyes traced his lips, jawline, noble nose, and those penetrating eyes, recalling their previous encounters...
How she'd struggled to accommodate him...
Then her treacherous mind dredged up hazy memories from five years ago that suddenly felt vivid - her initial pain giving way to unexpected pleasure...
She mentally shook herself. Why was she remembering those moments now?
Was she really the type to fantasize about such things the moment she suspected their connection?
Evelyn refused to acknowledge that part of herself.
She tried to steady her breathing, but it came out in anxious pants instead.
The air between them crackled with tension, her ragged breaths seeming to taunt him.
"Why so breathless?" he teased knowingly, leaning closer until his lips nearly brushed hers.
His proximity made her pulse race uncontrollably. Swallowing hard, she stared at his devastatingly handsome features...
"I quite enjoyed your demonstration," he murmured, pulling back just as her anticipation peaked.
Dominic reclined leisurely on the sofa, visibly satisfied by her reaction. His large hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair as he drew her closer.
His smoldering gaze traced her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the delicate collarbones peeking from her conservative uniform.
The part-time job required all female staff to wear schoolgirl outfits - though modest, the effect on male customers was undeniable.
Dominic had seen her in uniform before - during her pregnancy when she'd still been a student visiting the estate with Margaret.
As his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him, she placed a trembling palm on his chest. "You promised... if I obeyed, you'd grant my request."
"Is it the same request? That you'll only ever love Nathan in this lifetime?" Dominic ground out, clearly uncomfortable with the growing pressure against his slacks.
Evelyn shook her head.
"I want to ask..." Her racing heart stole her voice.
Perched on his lap, her pulse hammered so violently she could barely think.
'I need to know about Alexander and Isabella... who... who's their real mother?'
The question emerged far more cautiously than she'd intended.
After voicing it, Evelyn's heartbeat threatened to burst from her chest. She waited endlessly for his response before daring to look up.
His expression darkened.
Their heated breaths mingled in the scant space between them.
"Perhaps we should recreate that night properly," Dominic growled against her ear, "then you'll know exactly who bore my children."
The implication was unmistakable...
She had given birth to Alexander and Isabella. He was the man who'd claimed her that night.