Kayla
"I haven't agreed to anything yet," I reminded him firmly. I picked up the silver fork, turning it over in my fingers. "We’re just testing things out. You know that, right? This is an evening of... information gathering."
Damien didn't even blink. He reached for his wine glass, the candlelight catching the sharp lines of his face. "We are one step closer, Kayla. Admit it."
"One dinner in a very pretty, very dark room does not make a marriage," I countered.
"True," he conceded, taking a slow sip. "But if you had absolutely no interest in the deal—or in me—you wouldn't be here. You would have stayed in your apartment, ignored my call, and blocked my number. Instead, you put on a dress that you knew would drive me crazy and walked through that door."
I felt the heat rise to my chee
