"So, since the contract is signed, should we move forward then, Miss Smith?"
Damien's voice was a dark purr, his thumb tracing the edge of the paper where her lipstick stain still glistened.
That mischievous smile played on his lips… teasing, taunting, promising all at the same time.
Emma's pulse spiked, but she refused to let him see it.
He is really professional. He can even make me feel things just by his words. On top of that, he is extremely good looking. What a shame, he is just an escort!
"You are eager, aren't you?" She took the file and placed it on the table with deliberate slowness, her fingers lingering just a second too long.
A mistake.
In a blur of motion, Damien's hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist and yanking her forward. She gasped as she collided against him
