Breaking The Spotlight

racing. The text message and the way Damien had reacted were keeping h

every emotion hidden behind the perfect smile. And yet, somehow, Damien Sinclair w

re, fighting sleep, but a noise outs

ping out of bed, she grabbed heĺ silk robe from the chair and car

ly lit, and at first, s

anding near the floor-to-ceiling window, with a drink in

some of the tension s

voice cut through the sile

wned. "So s

d from earlier, wearing his black dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled

arms. "Guilt k

. "I don't do g

el right, something in his behaviour was off.

ought he wouldn't answer. "He's been circling fo

shivered

id in his glass, watching it

id quietly. "They destroy them. And you..." His gaze lif

ying to absorb just th

g reality into something ugly. And now, with her

steadying herself. "I ca

s humorless. "Tha

. "What doe

by the same rules you do. He's not after an exposé he wants dest

ed to let the fear show. "Then I'l

ment, his gaze unreadable, then

" she

lickering through his eyes. "Y

stled. "Enl

and something uniquely him, wrapping around her. "The only

the way he said it, it wasn't a

g morning for Vogue, she had pushed the conversation with D

y ballroom, filled with journalists, cameras,

s grace, her black silk dress hugging her fram

mmanding without a word. To the world,

touchable, eve

oice called from the a

d up. She knew that voice. It belonge

om with a microphone in hand,

went still beside her

Mr. Sinclair happened rather suddenly. Some people are wondering

tral, even as her pulse pounded. She could

't about to let Julian Mercer win, so she s

al," she said smoothly. "After all, love

as if he thought she wa

n, letting the cameras capture every second of it. Then,

e room exploded. Flashbulbs.

te could focu

k, his grip firm, his mouth pressing agai

ent his lips moved against hers, the second he deepened the kiss just enough, she f

e burned into hers, something dark and unfor

turned his attention back to Julian and, with

an's jaw clenched, the first flicke

ess, still feeling the phantom heat of his lips against hers, she realized that