Damien's POV
With wide eyes, I placed a hand between us, keeping some sort of barrier. “What do you think you’re doing, storming up towards me like that?”
“It seems like your legs and brain don’t function properly, right?” he quirked a brow. “So I’m going to carry you.”
Carry me? There is no way I am going to let him carry me.
“You’re not carrying me. I have legs,” I said, folding my arms against my chest. We held each other’s gazes for what felt like forever, neither of us willing to back down.
Finally, I sighed, sagging my shoulders as I walked toward the part of the table I had cleaned.
Damien discarded his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his upper arms, giving me a perfect view of his toned forearms. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and I caught a g
