FORCED TO BE HIS
rie'
earlier than required. I am hoping to use the few minutes to calm my ner
I step onto the tarm
te jet, dressed in a crisp navy-blue suit, phone pressed to
ing around the strap of my pur
h, walking towards
up the steps, and disappearing into the jet. For
et someone else take this damn trip. Before I can dwell on it too
at," the woman says kindly,
ntrance, I mutter a quiet, "Thank you," and quickl
tract myself with my phone, but it is impossible not to notice the
aning a little too close. Damien doesn't push
screen of my phon
tands up and casually strolls
paying attention. I am
table beside me, starts buzzing relentl
e Conference Coordinator. My stomach twis
ry warning bell in my head, I
then moaning, making me slow down. The door to the staff
hungrily devouring one of the flight attendants,
urn back, to pretend I saw nothing, but bef
from Damien immediately
looking surprised or guilty, he smirks. That arrogant, kn
ing at me like
gestures for me
urn on my heel, shoving the phone in his hands witho
and arrive at the re
he last thirty minutes hadn't happened. That I did n
e did not even ca
bby, Damien leaves me stan
ceptionist. "Hi, I'm checking
ely. "Oh, the gentlema
"I'm sorr
tures toward Damien'
sinks. No
strides make it difficult to catch up, but I f
I demand, barely hold
inside. "
open. "Wait, yo
me an unimpressed glance before tossing his
face heat
ears inside, leaving me standin
days." I whis
days of pretending. Two days of k
I walk inside and
the minibar, casually
and before I can embarrass myself, I dar
Damien as much as possible, ke
feel proud of myself. No awkward enc
ep out of my room
athtaking red gown, delicate and
each out and trace the f
f it. I pick it up, unfoldi
y. Come down to the gala.
t skips
ien leave this for me? Is this some kind of game? Has he finally d
n talk myself out of it, I hurry to freshen up,
mirror, I barely
beautiful. Taking a deep breath, I step
my eyes immediately
ding near the b
very step making my nerves spike. Howeve
ps aside, and I gasp in shock, bec
Eth