Sweet Sinful Night

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as I glanced at the man standing across the magnificent apartment. "This isn't some corporat

st of minutes. He leaned back against the grand piano, his eyes fixated on me l

back, holding up the lengthy document he'd handed me. "How am I suppose

deliberate. "This benefits both of us. Your compan

to the coffee table. "There's always an angle, always something

actually answer. But instead, he pushed off the piano

The truth is, I can't afford to lose this merger. And I can't afford any diversions

ers, refusing to let him know how deeply he'd touched me. "Good," I responde

at may ignite at any minute. His eyes blazed into mine, and I felt that familiar pull, th

emarked finally, his voice gentle but cutti

tep back. "Don't try to twist

epping closer. "Because from where I'm stan

ed to let him prevail. "Desire?" I scoffed, cros

close, you don't pull away. Every time I push, you push back jus

ed of? Losing control? Letting him see the fractures in my carefully crafted armo

remarked finally, my voice wavering sligh

voice lower now, almost imploring.

is stare. "I'm not running," I murmu

unning since the night we met. And I'm tired of chasing you

walk away, to put as much distance between us as possible. But another part

e barely above a whisper. "But don't

ured, his lips twisting into a little, kno

to the page where my signature was needed. I hesi

muttered, more to myself

l yourself," he said, his

ish. As soon as I finished, he snatched the pen from m

he murmured, his voice dripping wit

train. I was officially bound to Damon St. Clair, for b

I asked, my voice

stepping closer

ebrow. "You mean drink champagne and p

said. "I mean we show the world that this is real. Starting with dinner tonight.

ning. "You didn't mention

his tone unrepentant. "You're my wife no

e ready at eight," he said, his tone leaving no space

the middle of his apartment, my mind racing. This wasn't ju

eek black gown that caressed my curves in all the right places, but even the con

, I thought I saw something like admiration flicker across

" he added, offering

skin prickling at the contact. "Le

part of the doting husband wonderfully, his hand resting possessively on my lower back as he introduced

ter what felt like hours of smal

my waist. "Don't stray too far," h

was a wonderful respite, and I closed my eyes, taking a

a dangerous ga

ls, standing a few steps away. Her keen eyes gleamed with h

about?" I asked, tryin

isdain. "But trust me, darling, Damon St. Clair doesn't share

e my fear. "You don't know anything about me," I responded, my vo

u some advice, Seraphina. Keep your friends close and your foe

and threatening. "Elaine," he murmured, his voice shar

r of panic in her eyes. "Just making conversation," she

red into the crowd, lea

to you?" he demand

responded, my voice softer now. "Sh

yes flashing with passio

estion crushing down on me. "I do

tiffened,