econd-in-command, entered with a casual demeanor, but his eyes held a warning. She had

arms folded. "You look like a fish

. "What do yo

her. Just offering you some guidance. Surviving i

yebrow. "Oh? "And w

your trust in anyone. Not even

p herself, her palm brushed across Mark's wrist, effortlessly unfastening his expensiv

life, Ashley. But then again, people often sur

e stolen watch in her pocket. What did she do? Her though

ould read her thoughts. "You ar

ng to keep things casual

fully. "You didn't steal

did he know? She felt the watch's

Of course no

Damien is probably watching through the CCTV, right?" H

Of course. The cameras. She ha

weat that one out. "See you around, Ashley." He gave her a leisurel

*

rate, continuously gazing at the CCTV cameras in each room. Did D

, and there were no unexpected consequences. Perhaps Mark had bee

as she began to relax.

to my

his office, each step seeming li

esk, his gaze locked on her. They were dark and

ng at first, just ge

tinged with something, "you'll accompany me to

empting to keep he

set on hers, "you are to wear just what

he stressed nothing else.

t of her, near enough for her to feel the heat emanating from his body.

le finger, pushing her to meet hi

ded a stunning gown, elegant, form-fitting, and sumptuous. But as sh

th

hadn't intended that, had he? Sur

what I

the outfit without anything underneath. The notion caus

nto the garment, feeling the soft fabric glide over her exposed flesh.

a car to p

ted Damien. His gaze swept over her, and a slow,

ly as he came in close, h

st her exposed skin was irritating. Every stroke of the cloth caused her to experience a ne

her waist, possessive and playful. He was completely in ch

ss. The clothing, the lack of underwear, Damien's hand c

rner of the ballroom, he leaned i

, Ashley thought he was concerned un

, he turned and walked away, leaving her