DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

THERE WAS NO WAY TO DENY IT

CHAPTER 12

I spent the whole weekend trying to forget what happened in that bathroom stall. I tried to forget how hot Damien’s hand felt on my skin.

I tried to forget how close I came to breaking my own rules. This morning, I had my grey suit on and my hair pulled back tight. I was ready to be the cold, professional Sammy Thompson again.

The high glass building of Harrison, Vance & Finch was my safe place.

Inside, everything was clean white marble and quiet glass. It was a place where you only heard the typing of computers and the sound of shoes on the floor.

This was my world. Here, I was not just a top defense lawyer. I was in control. No man could touch me here.

The telephone on my desk buzzed loudly.

"Sammy, come up to my office right away," Mr. Vance said. He was the senior partner of the firm. "Our newest client is here, and I want you to handle his files."

"On my way, Mr. Vance," I said. I picked up my yellow legal pad, smoothed down my jacket, and walked up the stairs to the executive floor.

I knocked on his heavy oak door and walked in. Mr. Vance was sitting behind his massive desk with a big smile on his face.

"Sammy, excellent," Vance beamed. "I was just telling our guest that you are the sharpest eye in the city."

He gestured to the leather chair across from him. My heart gave a hard, sudden thump.

Sitting in the chair was Damien Kane.

He did not look like a biker today. He wore a dark, expensive suit that fit his big shoulders perfectly.

The white cuffs of his shirt showed at his wrists, but they did not hide the dark tattoos on his skin. His silver hair was brushed back neat. He looked totally calm and totally powerful.

"Mr. Kane, this is Sammy Thompson," Vance said. "She will be taking care of you. Why don't you two go down to her office so you can speak in private?"

"Perfect," Damien’s rough voice rumbled. The deep sound went straight through me. He stood up, towering over the desk.

He looked down at me, and there was a slow, bad look in his eyes that told me he had planned this whole thing.

I forced my face to stay totally blank. I was a professional. I could not let him see that my skin was burning. "Right this way, Mr. Kane," I said, keeping my voice cold and flat.

He followed me down the hallway. I could hear his heavy steps right behind me, and I could smell his tobacco and leather.

I walked straight into my private office, stepped behind my desk, and sat down in my chair. It was my desk, my room, and my rules.

Damien walked in, shut the heavy wood door behind him, and sat in the chair across from me. He leaned back, crossing one big leg over the other, completely relaxed.

I opened my notebook and picked up my pen. I did not look at his chest or his arms. I focused right on my paper. "What are you doing here, Damien?" I asked, my voice sharp and direct. "You do not look like someone who needs corporate legal services."

He let out a low, rough chuckle. "It is my business, princess. And I choose the kind of services I need."

I ignored the comment, kept my eyes down, acting totally professional. I needed to do my job.

"Fine. Let's look at the procedures. For a business of your size, we need to file the asset restructuring papers first. Then we have to look at your commercial tax shields. This takes time, and we will need full access to your financial books."

I went on for a few minutes, explaining the law step by step, keeping my tone businesslike. I did not look up until I finished. "Do you understand the process, Mr. Kane?"

"You are right," Damien said softly.

I looked up from my notepad. He was not looking at the papers at all. He was leaning forward, his grey-blue eyes locked right onto my mouth.

"I couldn't stop thinking about the last few days," he said. A cocky smile spread across his face, sharp and mean. "How you were breathing in that stall. I knew you would be expecting me, Sammy. So I came."

My face went hot, but I forced myself to stare right back at him. "You are insane," I said, my voice tight. "I do not want you."

Damien did not answer. He just stood up from his chair. The sheer size of him made my office feel very small. He slowly walked around the side of my desk, moving right toward me.

Panic hit my chest, but I hid it. I did not back away. I kept my back straight against my chair and looked up at him. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked, trying to sound tough.

Damien stopped right next to my chair. He leaned down, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from the window.

Slowly, he raised his big, rough hands and placed them on my face. His palms were hot against my cheeks. He tilted my head up, forcing me to look right into his dark eyes.

He leaned closer. I stopped breathing. He acted like he was going to kiss me. His face came down lower and lower until his lips were just a millimeter away from mine.

I could feel the heat of his mouth, the scratch of his jaw against my skin. My eyes closed automatically, my lips parting just a tiny bit, my whole body waiting for the impact of his mouth.

But the kiss never came.

He stopped right there, holding his lips just a breath away from mine. He did not touch his mouth to my skin. Instead, he stayed in that tight, agonizing position and spoke right against my lips.

"I want to do so many naughty things to you, Sammy," he whispered, his rough voice sending a wild shiver straight down my spine. "I want to hear you scream my name. I want to make you beg for it."

A sharp, quiet gasp hit the back of my throat. My heart did a scary, violent flip.

A heavy rush of heat pooled deep in my lower belly, and my fingers tightly gripped the fabric of my own gray skirt.

My body was completely betraying me right in front of him. I was shaking, my breath coming in short, uneven puffs against his mouth. He could feel my pulse racing under his fingers.

Damien let out a low, dark groan then slowly pulled his hands off my face and stood up straight, completely breaking the contact.

"But I will never touch you," he said, his voice dropping into a hard, serious rumble. "Not until you beg me for it."

He stepped back, fixing the cuffs of his expensive suit jacket. The cocky smile came back to his lips as he looked down at my flushed face.

"It was nice partnering with you, Miss Thompson," he said.

He turned around, walked across the office, and stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.

I sat there in my chair, totally frozen. My hands were still shaking against my skirt, and my chest was heaving.

I looked down at my desk, my mind spinning. There was nothing I could say anymore.

There was no way to deny it. My reaction today was all he needed to know. He knew exactly what my body wanted.

He knew I wanted him to touch me, and no matter how hard I tried to be a professional, I couldn't help it.