DAMIEN
I had to have her. Right now. Convincing Macey to follow me back to my office wasn’t hard once I reminded her of the things waiting for her—the things only I could give her.
She complained at first, whining about having a ton to do, deadlines and work piling up like a storm, but I wasn’t listening. All I heard was her voice, that sweet, soft tremor when she realized she was in my hands.
The moment Macey stepped into my office, I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, like static just before a storm.
She tried to look casual, clutching her hands like she was here for business, like she had important things to do. I saw through it instantly. That flutter in her pulse, the way her lips parted slightly, the quick intake of breath—all signs she was already anticipa
