Evening crept in slowly, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. From the large office window, Lucian watched the light fade over the city skyline. He had loosened his tie and was reading through a file, but his focus kept slipping. His mind still wandered back to Georgia.
The sound of the office door opening pulled him back to the present.
Damien strolled in, hands in his pockets, wearing that half-grin that meant he was up to something. “You still here?”
Lucian didn’t look up. “Where else would I be?”
Damien dropped down onto the couch like he owned the place. “At the club with me. That’s where.”
Lucian sighed, lowering the file. “I’m not going.”
Damien smirked. “You said that last week too.”
“And I meant it last week,” Lucian replied.
“Come on,” Damien said, leaning forwa
