CHERYL POV
I met her eyes which were lit up with a special intrigue and it was in a way similar to the intrigue that had swam in other people's eyes.
Information.
She was fishing for information and something to back up her assumptions with.
All it will take would be one contradicting statement from me and the deal would be sealed. I would be thrown out of here and be forever tagged a fraud by the same people I was growing attached to.
My eyes narrowed contemplatively as I thought of something unexpected to say to her.
Think, Cheryl, think.
I took a sip of my piña colada, using it to moisturize my parched lips. "Actually, we met at work," I admitted and was surprised when my voice came out steady and breathy as if I was recounting my first romantic run-in with Damien
