groaned, forcin
dden, impulsive move, Amelia threw her arms
ss-clumsy, unpracti
eir lips met, a raw, unfamiliar heat surged through him. His mind went
o override reason, Dami
heavily. What t
is self-control. Since when did
ale attendant to help A
Amelia had dozed off again,
e first person sh
wide-eyed an
ly from the sofa. Outwardly, he looked composed, but
d saved her. She sat up, sincere g
slight nod. "I
handsome, like someone who'd stepped out of a dream. Honestly, he was the most
nd walked over, extending he
plied after a brief pa
tion returned-inten
number on the notepad. "Mr. Taylor, here's my number. Let
I'll keep th
l be going now." She was
safe for you to go alone at
n. Strangely, she felt she could trust him-p
black sports car-the "Black Feather"-was one of
this car belonged to the le
ruthless, untouchable second son of the T
past life that she'd ignored everything else. Othe
en opened the c
said, swallowing ner
couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Ta
a younger one," he r
ond son... Then he must
t thought... with looks like yours, it'd be a s
all people, she'd been
a n
car, Damien glanced at her. "Mi
itation-he'd helped her greatly, so it
ould someone like Master Ta
t. I need a plus-one." As he spo
yes lit up. That banquet.
em. I'll
enty of socialites eager to
her mind, Damien sudd
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