After Dominic and I spent out first night together, I had to leave on a business trip. The following morning, I packed and got on a plane to Mexico City. It was a very busy week. At the time I was working for a retailer and we were opening a store in the central city. By the time I got on the plane for the return trip, I was so happy to be coming home, I can’t describe it. Dominic and I had a date night scheduled for the Friday after I got home and we had a very nice time. It was fun and I cooked breakfast Saturday morning. (Sorry that’s all the detail you get. Dominic has sworn me to secrecy about any of the sexy details) Then I took Dominic to work.
By the time to got home I wasn’t feeling well and went to rest, figuring I was tired. It was more than that. I stayed in bed all say Sunday and on Monday morning I could barely get up. I called the doctor and they got me on all kinds of medication which helped. On Tuesday I was still tired and hurting, but food was staying down again.
Wednesday afternoon I received a call form Dominic to invite me over for dinner. I told him about how sick I was and he told me I should come over anyway. I drove over and when I knocked on the door, Dominic answered and guided me inside the apartment which smelled of chicken soup. He settled me on the sofa and I ended up lying down while he finished cooking. He fed me this glorious soup and then beside me as I lay on his sofa for the rest of the evening, rubbing my stomach which had been through hell. They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and Dominic proved that in more ways than one.
Next up – Meeting the parents