Damien's hand rested calmly on the curve of my waist, but he didn't seem to have a third of that calmness as we crossed the entrance to a restaurant in Copacabana. As I had feared, the place was exquisite and I could already see some people looking at us curiously from the side where the tables were spread out.
- You said it would be a discreet place, Damien. - I stammered softly.
- It will be, Darling. But this entrance is unavoidable. - He replied without looking at me.
- Your table is ready, Mr. Mason. - A well-dressed man informed me and then gave me an unflattering look, making me cringe. - I'll take you.
- I know the way. - Damien said harshly and the man seemed to pale. - Tell Frederico I've arrived.
- Yes, sir. - The man nodded and walked away.
Damien then began to lead
