She drew in a sharp breath and instantly regretted it.
His cologne, rich and dark, wrapped around her, mixed with something unmistakably him earthy, warm, masculine. It filled her lungs and made her head spin. She tried to step back, but her body refused to cooperate. She was frozen, acutely aware of the solid wall of muscle pressed against her.
Her heart faltered when she felt his breath brush the crown of her head hot, controlled.
A startled gasp escaped her when his hand clamped around her arms. His grip was rough, calloused fingers firm as he shoved her away as though her touch had scorched him.
She would have fallen if Gilles hadn't been directly behind her. He caught her by the arms, steadying her before she hit the floor.
She lifted her eyes just enough to meet Damien's.
He was glaring at her.
Hard.
"Dude, it was an accident," Gilles said firmly, stepping up beside her in a protective stance.
