DAMIEN POV
If I had been a better man, I would have let Cheryl go the moment she had turned her back and stalked off toward the backdoor.
I wouldn't have stared after her, my temper simmering just beneath the surface.
I surely wouldn't have bolted to my feet to chase after her and then proceed to drag her out to the alley with the other diners as witnesses.
And I as sure as hell wouldn't have my mouth fused to hers a few minutes after I had dragged her out here.
But I never claimed to be a better man. I am called The Boss for a reason.
And the moment I had stared into her eyes, unshed tears brimming in them. My knees had weakened and my c**k hardened.
So sue me, I might be a kinky bastard after all.
Wanting to take my time and savor her, I melded my mouth to hers
