Damon
951 Words
Your parents land tomorrow morning.
Damon stared at the text longer than necessary.
The room had gone too quiet after that.
Alina still sat at the edge of his bed flushed from his hands, from his mouth, from the way he nearly lost control completely.
And that was the problem.
He had almost lost control.
One more second and he would’ve forgotten every reason this was wrong.
Her father was his business partner.
His closest friend.
Their families practically intertwined for years.
And Alina—
Christ.
Alina looked at him like temptation wrapped in soft skin and bad decisions.
Damon dragged a hand down his face slowly before stepping away from her completely.
Distance.
He needed distance.
“We’re done for tonight.”
The hurt that flashed briefly across her face nearly made him take it back.
Nearly.
Instead he forced himself colder.
Controlled.
Because if he touched her again, he wasn’t sure he’d stop.
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The next morning he woke irritated.
At himself.
At her.
At the memory of her watching him through the bathroom door with those wide curious eyes like she wanted to be caught.
The image wouldn’t leave his head.
Neither would the kiss in the kitchen.
He worked through emails for hours trying to force focus back into place.
Didn’t help.
Every thought drifted back to her eventually.
The way she touched him without fear.
The way she looked at him afterward.
The dangerous part?
She had no idea what she was really asking for.
That innocence mixed with temptation was becoming impossible to resist.
By noon, Damon had already decided he needed to stay away from her entirely while her parents were here.
Necessary.
Smart.
Safe.
Then he walked onto the balcony outside his office and saw her in the pool.
And every smart decision disappeared instantly.
Sunlight reflected across the water while Alina laughed beside Isla, wet hair pushed back from her face, tiny swimsuit clinging to skin Damon had spent the last two nights trying not to think about.
Failed miserably.
She moved through the water slowly, unaware at first that he was watching.
Or maybe not unaware.
Because eventually her head tilted upward.
And their eyes met.
The impact hit immediately.
Damon went completely still.
Even from this distance he saw the subtle shift in her expression.
The awareness.
The tension.
The memory of his hands on her.
His jaw tightened hard.
She looked too young and too tempting at the same time.
A dangerous combination.
And the worst part?
The second she noticed him, her body language changed slightly.
Like she enjoyed being watched by him.
Christ.
Damon stepped back inside before he did something reckless like walk downstairs and drag her dripping wet body somewhere private.
He hated how quickly his thoughts turned dark around her now.
Possessive.
Hungry.
Wrong.
By the time her parents arrived that evening, Damon had rebuilt the walls around himself again.
Cold.
Professional.
Necessary.
He greeted them smoothly at the entrance.
Business smile in place.
Her father immediately launched into conversation about meetings scheduled for the weekend while Alina stood nearby pretending not to watch him.
Pretending badly.
Damon avoided looking at her directly.
Because when he did—
He remembered her sitting obediently on his bed while he fought every instinct in his body not to touch her again.
And tonight she wore another black dress.
Of course she did.
The dinner stretched painfully long.
Her father sat beside Damon discussing overseas investments while her mother spoke warmly about vacations and future plans.
Across from him sat Alina.
Quiet.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Damon felt her watching him constantly.
Every time he lifted his whiskey glass.
Every time he loosened his cuffs.
Every time he spoke calmly like his thoughts weren’t somewhere far darker than business deals.
He ignored her intentionally.
Didn’t give her a single unnecessary glance.
And he could feel her frustration building because of it.
Then suddenly—
Pressure against his inner thigh beneath the table.
Damon almost stopped breathing.
His eyes lifted slowly to hers.
Alina stared back at him over candlelight with a look so innocent no one else at the table would’ve noticed the danger beneath it.
But he noticed.
The pointed heel slid slowly higher against his leg.
A warning pulsed immediately through his body.
Stop.
She didn’t.
The pressure moved again.
Deliberate.
Testing him.
Jesus Christ.
Damon tightened his grip slightly around the whiskey glass while continuing the conversation beside him like nothing was happening.
Years of discipline kept his expression neutral.
Barely.
Because beneath the table, Alina was quietly driving him insane.
And worse—
She looked pleased with herself.
Her father kept talking beside him unaware that Damon’s thoughts had turned violently inappropriate somewhere between the second and third touch of her heel.
All he could picture now was grabbing her ankle beneath the table and dragging her into his lap until that smug look disappeared from her face.
Teaching her what happened when she teased him in front of her parents.
Dangerous thoughts.
He forced another sip of whiskey down slowly.
Then her mother interrupted softly.
“Alina, you’re quiet tonight.”
Damon answered before thinking.
“She usually is when she’s thinking too much.”
The double meaning hit instantly.
Alina’s breath caught slightly.
And beneath the table—
Her heel slid higher again.
That nearly snapped the last thread of restraint he had left.
Damon looked directly at her then.
Not cold anymore.
Worse.
A silent warning dark enough to make her pulse visibly jump in her throat.
Good.
Because she needed to understand something.
He was trying very hard not to ruin both of them.
And she was making it nearly impossible.
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