Abby
Damon’s cool fingers graze across my shoulder, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine. I meet his gaze squarely and carefully step away.
“Well?” he asks, staring at my bare shoulder for a moment longer before smoothly slipping his hand back into his pocket. “What do you say, Abby?”
I pause, chewing the inside of my lip before I answer. “I’ll admit I’m a bit intrigued. But I’d like some more information first.”
Damon nods. “Of course. It’s only fair,” he says. “Let me put it plainly: you would be my new head chef. You would have your own lavish quarters here at the estate, access to only the finest seasonal ingredients and state-of-the-art kitchens outfitted with all of the latest cooking technologies…”
He pauses, his gaze intense on my face. “And I assure you,
