Emma checked her reflection for the third time. The emerald-green dress hugged her curves, the neckline high enough to hide the last of Damien’s marks but sheer enough to tease. She’d debated changing— Why am I trying to impress him? He is the one literally paid to be here— but the thought vanished the second her phone buzzed.
Damien: I'm outside.
Her stomach flipped. Outside? How did he know where I live?
A sigh left her lips! Nevermind! Probably I have told him. Well I gave him my card.
She grabbed her purse and hurried out, only to freeze on the sidewalk.
A Bugatti.
Not just any Bugatti— a black, snarling Chiron that cost more than her entire villa. And leaning against it, looking like sin incarnate in a tailored charcoal suit, was Damien.
Emma’s mouth went dry.
“You
