Amelia couldn't possibly stay with Damien. He was a criminal-or something close to it-and now, people were threatening her because of his actions. Not just her, but her parents too.
She couldn't let that happen.
And now, suddenly, he had this crazed, possessive obsession with her. He wouldn't let her go. What the hell was that about?
She had to escape. Immediately. But how? He would definitely notice if she left through the front door. She walked out of the dressing room, still in the outfit from earlier, her mind too clouded by the events of the night to even change.
To think she had believed the evening would end beautifully. The dinner, the intensity between them-she was sure they had both felt it. The night should have ended much better than this.
She sighed in exasperation.
