“The problem lies in how those amateur writers have so accurately captured your character,” Damien murmured, beginning to knead her bosom.
“Are you implying I’m the sort of woman who’d sneak off to see a man in the dead of night?”
“You truly lack self-awareness, Chloe.”
His words brought back memories of her late-night visit to Gilles’ quarters in Thisse. She bit her lip, flustered. Damien caught the change in her expression and grinned.
“Granted, it wasn’t night, but you did come to my villa to propose marriage, did you not?”
“That was because you— ah!”
Her protest melted into a gasp as his touch sent sparks racing through her.
“Please, don’t….” she whispered, turning her head toward him.
“What is it you think I’m going to do?” he asked, his voice low.
