drum as she slowly opened her eyes. Her mou

ents of the night before, but everything

or the best. As she twisted under the

she vaguely remembered. She sat up, holding the sheet to her c

room and the faint scent of cologne on the pillows made h

balance as she sat up too quickly, the hangover punis

lettos discarded near the door, her bla

thing - an empty bottle of macallan scotch. "Seriously

ed with her zipper on her skirt. Chloe headed for the door, yankin

y there!" She froze, slowly looking up. Her eyes met him. Tall. Broad shoulders. Sharp

h to be heard. "YOU" she br

es,

nt his chest. He d

d, his voice raspy and drawling. "I was

e forcefully pulled away, ready to escape. "I..

this were all a joke to him. She squinted in disappointment, scolding he

ous smile creeping along his face. Chloe's steps paused, slowly turning

hallenged. "Would you like me to remi

was close. Too close. His thumb traced her jaw, a featherlight touch that sent chills down her sp

omplementing her silk blouse, enveloping

nd, she hated how effortless he made this feel. How easily he

here she was fighting her own self. As if drawn back to her sense

ve said" he grunted while taking a f

atching up her he

, hot enough to have burned through steel. She was upset, more with herself than with

ien'

d out of his penthouse like the room was on fire. Damn. She was a feisty one. He

, stretched in his sheets, teased for another round. Chloe? Sh

stand was a one-night stand. No names, no attachments. But for some reason, he found himself walkin

That's a pity. Because last night? Last night had been unforgettable. He reached for the bottle of scotch

e little sounds she made when- Damien stopped himself, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. Maybe

- golden skin against his white sheets, wild hair, lips slightly s

touched her again. That fight made things... fun. Dami

g about work, not some woman who ran out on him. But

n but only for a second. Then with a flick of his thumb, he pu

ice answered. Damien smirked. L