Kayla
The elevator doors slid open. I had been silent during the ride up, mostly because I was trying not to explode. The tension in the car earlier had been enough to start a fire.
Damien had kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, his thumb rubbing slow circles. Even through the fabric of my pants, the heat was intense. I knew my underwear was more than wet at this point.
When he said, "Let’s go to the penthouse," I hadn't even asked why. I just followed.
I turned around to find him standing right behind me, his presence filling the small space.
"Why are we here?" I asked. My voice cracked at the end. s**t!
Damien’s lips twitched like he was fighting a laugh. "We’re here to take your clothes off."
"What!?" I shouted, my eyes wide. I was completely shocked. Was he really going to
