Ava’s Pov
The next day, Damien texted me, before I even reached my desk. “Pack a small bag with weekend clothes, we're going for a conference trip. The car picks you up at five sharp.” I replied immediately while the elevator climbed. “Yes, Damien. What exactly should I bring?” “Casual only, nothing for work, include a swimsuit,” he texted back.
At five a black sedan waited outside the building, and the driver spoke clearly when I approached. “Miss Morelli, villa retreat trip.” I slid into the back seat, and we drove two hours out of the city to a large house beside the water, high gates closing tightly behind us. Damien opened the front door himself, no staff in sight.
“Welcome, Ava. Come inside.” “There’s no conference here at all,” I asked, glancing around the open space. “No, just
