ELEANOR SINCLAIR
It was weird when the car came to a stop in front of a warehouse.
"I thought we were going on a date?"
A smug smile came on his face, and I thought it made him look cocky. It made him handsome too-not that he had ever been ugly, but there were people who had so many outstanding characteristics that drew your attention that you could not focus on any single one of them. That was Damian Blackwood. He was so many things rolled in one that it was almost unfair to simply think of his handsomeness and leave it there.
He looked that handsome too, when he burst into a small round of laughter, his eyes taking me in. "I don't go on dates. The only dates I know are the ones marked down on my calendar for my money."
This confirmed it to me. Damian Blackwood was weird.
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