Her heart was still pounding from Damian's hand in her panties. She needed air, space—anything that wasn't him.
But the moment she turned the corner of the long marble hallway, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Firm, steady. She didn't need to look back to know who it was.
"Damian," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't answer.
She walked faster, but he caught up easily, his hand reaching out to grab her wrist.
The touch was gentle, impossible to pull away from. He turned her toward him, his expression dark and unreadable.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked quietly, his voice low enough to make her chest tighten.
"Away from you," she said, trying to sound calm, even though her pulse was anything but.
"You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Damian. You se..duced me while we were having dinner."
