Kayla
"I ordered some food," Damien said as we walked toward the private elevator. "Just in case we get hungry after drinking."
I tilted my head, stopping in my tracks. "Drinking?"
He nodded looking at me with this boyish glint in his eye. "Yes, drinking. We need to celebrate this win, Kayla."
"You’re really happy, aren't you?" I asked. "I must have conjured a miracle back there."
"You have no idea," he said, hitting the button for the elevator.
The doors were mirrored chrome. Through the reflection, I could see his eyes traveling down, openly taking in the curves of my dress. He wasn't even trying to hide it.
"Stop," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "I don't think I’m comfortable staying in the same house as you tonight."
He smirked, that arrogant, playful look returning
