Damien’s POV
She stood there naked, and for a second I thought my mind was f*****g with me. Skin bare, n*****s tight from the cold air or maybe from fear, thighs pressed together like they could hide what I already owned. She was a freaking goddess and her nakedness always caught my attention.
My office was a wreck. Drawers left open, papers scattered across the floor like a thief had torn through my world, and she was the only one here. The afternoon light was spilling in weak through the blinds, and for a moment the only sound in the room was her breath, shallow, uneven, desperate.
I shut the door behind me without a sound, the lock clicking like a trigger, and her shoulders flinched when she heard it.
“Interesting,” I said, my voice low, sharp, steady. “I leave you alone for a few
