*Isabella's POV*
As I stood there, his words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody: "Make yourself comfortable, then stop by my suite." I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to his invitation than met the eye. My feet seemed to move of their own accord, pacing back and forth across the room as I tried to decipher the underlying meaning behind his words.
A shiver ran down my spine as a treacherous thought crept into my mind. No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't... Not Damien, surely. I'd heard the rumors, of course – the way assistants often found themselves in compromising positions with their bosses on business trips. But Damien wasn't like that. He was different. Or so I told myself.
I pushed the thought aside, attributing it to my overactive imagination. But the memory o
