(Danielle)
Damien slid into the seat next to mine with the kind of lazy confidence that made your spine straighten and your brain short-circuit. He leaned slightly closer and nudged me gently in the side.
“Hi,” he said, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m Damien Vincenzo. And you are?”
He looked at me with those ridiculously bright green eyes, and for a second, my internal systems just... shut down.
I nodded. Just nodded.
“Oh goddess, he’s smoking hot,” my wolf whispered, a little breathlessly.
I couldn’t disagree. My mouth refused to cooperate.
“Your name, Ms. Fashion?” he asked again, his voice laced with teasing warmth. The smile that followed was unfair—too charming, too knowing.
I blushed hard. Deep, unmissable red. Of all the days fate could throw a gorgeous man my way, it had to
