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