Expelling a huge sigh of relief, Damian shut
the door to his apartment behind him. “Damn that woman,” he
muttered as he kicked off his shoes. Angela had renewed her
efforts all the way back to her place to get him to sleep
there with her. To have a repeat of this afternoon. But
every time she touched him, he felt himself fight not to
pull away, repulsed. Like I want
anyone after having been touched by perfection.
Leaning against the cool wood of the door, he
ran his mind over the events of the evening. “I could have
sworn that she had really touched me in that room,” he
voiced his belief to the quiet of his apartment.
Damian felt his heart triple in speed. Her
voice was everywhere. “Great, now I am hearing her voice
outside my head,” he cursed as he pulled off his tie and
marched to his bedroom. That sailed to land on a chair and
he tugged off his socks as well.
“That’s because I am here, Damian. All you
need to do is open your eyes and look.” There was mild
censure in the tone.
Glancing around his room, Damian groaned in
desperation. I’m going crazy. There was nothing to be
seen. “I have officially lost it.”
“Come back into the living room,” the
feminine voice ordered.
Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his
dress shirt, he did as commanded. There leaning up against
the wall by his artifact display stood none other than,
Her golden eyes ran over his body, and the
dirty feel of Angela’s touch vanished as the warmth of her
gaze caressed him. “I’m here because for some reason, I
can’t get you out of my head. And we began something in that
museum that needs to be finished.”
His indigo stare took in the fact that she
wore a loose fitting red garment. It flowed about her and
tantalized him the more he looked at it. There was a diamond
of material missing allowing him to see her belly button and
the tantalizing skin immediately around it. Her hair was
still free and it settled about her like a cloud.
“How did you know where I live?” he asked.
When she raised a jet black brow, he continued, “What
happened at the museum? I don’t understand what is going on
here.” He was getting frustrated. Fighting the urge to go to
her was getting harder and harder.
Pushing away from the wall, she expelled a
breath, showing off her annoyance. “Fine. You really want to
know? I’ll tell you.”
Damian bit his lip as he saw the deep v-neck
of her dress showed off tattoos on her breasts. There was
another mark on her arm, but the sleeve concealed it from
him. “I want you,” were the only words out of his mouth.
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