A kiss before the betrayal
of Wolfe Enterprises, Damian Wolfe stood like a king surveying his empire. His tailored suit fit him like a
ght in Scandal-Is Damia
l. If they couldn't find one, they'd invent it. But this time, it wasn't j
were wary. He needed something unt
"We have a list of suitable candidates," he said, dropping a folder onto the sleek black desk. "W
ested him. He needed someone different-someone no one would suspect. Someo
ad his mind, the door t
n't leave until
s framed her face wildly, her breathing heavy as if she had just fought her
Damian? He simply wat
ropping a folder onto his desk-this one worn, it
lips curling into a slow, p
rossed her arms, glar
ow she had the nerve to barge into Damian's office like that. Victor wanted to speak, bu
hed between them,
ke the polished socialites who begged for his attention. She wasn't timid
tention-which
ess proposal weeks ago. My company needs funding, and I k
is desk. His silver watch gleamed under the office li
erything into this project, and I know it has po
at his lips. Fearl
s throat. "Damian
, silencing him. He w
contents with calculated ease. A tech startup-one that aimed to create affordab
what held his in
men like you don't waste time. Just give
without breaking eye contac
N
ked. "Ex
ed across her face, her hands clenched into fists. Then, before s
e. "A coun
od. "You need fundin
like it droppe
ock, but Damian didn't waver. His gaze remain
ere was no humor in
oke about
belief evident in her ha
ingers steepling. "You need money. I need a woman who isn't easily mani
her mouth,
t find the
wrong with this man? She came here for
ontinued, voice smooth as silk. "In r
le
emptation and common sense. He could pract
tune in funding.
e to accept this offer? Or is
ly didn't expect anything close to that. And to think I'm expected
alk away,"
d. Then, tilting his head,
s face right now, why would he do t
t me in a situat
rt pounded
even prepared for it. But this? Th
t of investmen
his going
ask, would she be