Damien's POV
I didn't understand why my new secretary stopped walking, and had to push us to an empty room, but I was insanely affected by her closeness that I didn't know when I stepped in, and pressed her against the wall.
“We should leave, Mr. Harrington, the investors..” I watched her crack as she avoided my gaze. I didn't understand why I felt an odd familiarity with her, which was accompanied by an urge that I couldn't describe.
“They can't wait because we have finished what you started,” I blurted, brushing my finger on her face, and I saw her face reddened by a tomato.
I was pleased that I had such effects on her, and I didn't even know why I was doing that.
“Finish what?” She asked, trying to move away from me, but I didn't bulge, until I heard a voice behind me.
“Oh my goo
