- Mr. Mason, Miss. - A uniformed man greeted us and opened the car door.
Damien made way for me to get in first. I nodded and slid into the other side of the car, hoping he would understand my subtle gesture, but he ignored it and sat down next to me.
I felt nervous when I found myself in the car with Damien by my side. I ran my hands down my suddenly uncomfortable dress as I calculated how long it would take us to get to Ipanema.
- And where does the beautiful lady live? - Damien asked me. His face was dangerously close to mine and his lips were pulled into a mischievous smile that I already recognized as his trademark. It took all my concentration to breathe:
- In Ipanema. - I gave him the address.
Damien finally moved away, giving me a bit of space, and relayed what I had said to t
