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alone with Damien for a moment.
    The man walked to her, his movements casual and languid, reminding Kiara of a wild predator who circled his prey, already knowing that he had won. His scent filled her nostrils, and his closeness made her breath catch. She was rendered speechless in front of him. He brushed so close to her that Kiara’s heart threatened to stop as he slipped something in her palm, his lips almost grazing across her chin as he whispered into her ear.
    “I think you forgot these, sugar.”
    With that, he strolled out of the meeting room, his hands in his pockets like nothing had happened. Kiara looked down at her hand, dazed. In it, she held her crumpled up black thong. Kiara groaned, clamping her fist around the flimsy garment, a scarlet red blush burning hot on her cheeks.
    That man was going to be the end of her if she had to stay close to him. No doubt about that.
CHAPTER THREE

Damien
     
    Damien had to suppress a yawn. Spending long nights out on town didn’t pair well with early-morning board meetings, but it was nothing that a good hard coffee and a workout after the meeting couldn’t fix. He stirred sugar into his coffee – just half a spoon – and a smirk spread across his lips. That mocha-skinned goddess of a woman had kept creeping into his thoughts over and over again.
    There was something about her that made his thoughts wander, even after weeks had passed since his one night with her. Her buttery smooth skin under his fingertips, her hot lips on his as he kissed her until they were both drunk with lust, that perfectly curvy body of hers that made him stand at attention at the slightest memory… He grinned to himself, half-heartedly following what one of his board members was saying.
    He’d read through the materials of the meeting the night before, completely prepared for everything he needed to achieve the following day before ever setting foot out the door. Work hard and play hard – those two were mutually inclusive, not exclusive in Damien Thatch’s world. Still, he hadn’t been playing quite as hard as usual by his standards. Sure, he was still over all the gossip rags, and every step he took seemed to be scandalous, but it was like his heart wasn’t really in it. Peculiar, really.
    “And that brings us to the question of which firm we will be choosing to lead the Cadence line’s marketing and advertising push. Eliza, you had some thoughts?” James Abbott, a senior member of the board, said, rousing Damien from his revelry.
    He took a sip of his coffee as Eliza gathered some papers in front of her and composed her thoughts. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. Sometimes, he missed her, but those times were rare and far between. They’d been engaged for a year half a lifetime ago, but that was all water under the bridge now.
    It was a cruel twist of fate that they’d ended up working so close together after everything that had happened. Damien’s jaw clenched for a fraction of a moment before he willed himself to calm down. Bygones.
    He leant back in his chair at the head of the table, guardedly curious as to what Eliza had to say. She was the only child of Montgomery Divinad, the creative genius who had built up Divinad Enterprises and a man greatly missed by the fashion community. While she hadn’t inherited his father’s artistic sensitivities, she had most certainly picked up his ruthless business tactics.
    It made her invaluable, if a bit difficult to work with. It didn’t help that she hadn’t given up on the thought of becoming the hottest couple in business and the social scene one more time – something that he wasn’t anywhere near as thrilled about as she may have wanted him to be.
    “Well, as you know, we interviewed five different agencies across the country for the position. Most of their pitches were what we expected – advertise for the high-class consumer, stress the unique design, have limited showings and buy prime magazine ad space.