Kayla
We stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut, trapping us in a small, mirrored box. Damien wasn't even trying to be subtle; he was looking at me like I was a snack he couldn't wait to unwrap.
"Can you stop?" I whispered, my voice shaky. "I'm already self-conscious enough."
Damien stepped closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "Loosen up, Kayla. I can see how uncomfortable you are."
"I'll loosen up on one condition," I shot back, trying to sound brave. "Stop staring at me like I'm dinner."
He didn't blink. A dark, hungry look crossed his face. "Dinner? No. I’d rather eat you out until your legs tremble and you can't even remember your own name."
The air left my lungs. I didn't expect him to be so blunt. My whole body started to radiate heat, and my mind immediately went to
