The air in Damien’s office felt charged, thick with an intensity that had been building between them since the night before. Isabella couldn’t shake the memory of his touch, the way his words had lingered in her mind long after they’d parted. She’d felt his protectiveness, his possessiveness, in a way that left her both exhilarated and terrified.
As she focused on her tasks for the day, her phone buzzed with a message from Damien:
Damien: Dinner. Tonight. My place.
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words. Dinner at his home felt more intimate, a step beyond the boundaries of their professional relationship. It was as if he were inviting her into a part of himself that he kept hidden from the world, a sanctuary where only she was allowed access.
She typed a quick reply, feeling a
