Kayla
The drive to the penthouse was filled with a companionable silence, the kind that only exists when you've just shared something intense. I didn't want to talk; I just wanted to process everything.
Once we were inside, I headed straight for the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. The girls could wait. After the flight I just had, and the way Damien had practically f****d my brains out in that private jet, I needed a serious refresher.
I dressed in a chic, two-piece silk set that hugged my curves and slicked my hair back into a tight, high ponytail, secured with my favorite hair tie. I felt refreshed, but my body still thrummed with a low-level ache from earlier.
I went to find Damien to let him know I was heading out, but I stopped when I saw him in his home office. He was hunc
