Damien: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page B

little harder,” Damien said silkily. He stroked a finger down the back of my spine and I shivered as I felt his hand slide down my body. “Just a little harder,” he said, his full lips in a perfect pout. “You wouldn’t have to try hard.” Damien winked at me. “I could take you shopping,” he added huskily. “I know what you’d look good in.”
     
    I swallowed hard and tried to step away. It was harder than I’d thought—the emotions and adrenaline were rushing through my body and making me feel like I almost didn’t want Damien to stop touching me. When he pulled his hand away, I rubbed the spot on my arm where he’d touched me.
     
    “No,” I said as sharply as I could muster. My voice still sounded weak and I winced. “I mean, no, thank you,” I added stiffly. “I’m not interested in being gorgeous. I’m interested in being your secretary.” I knew that I should be insulted at Damien’s comments, but the adrenaline spike was making it hard for me to focus on anything other than his perfect body, the gleam in his eye when he looked my way.
     
    Damien laughed. His pose relaxed and he instantly became less threatening, smugger. “I thought you might say that,” he replied. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a dark fire. A shiver coursed through my body. “Of course,” Damien added in a sotto voice, “you might change your mind, if you smarten up…”
     
    I stood up straight as his voice trailed off. “If that’s all, I’m going to head home for the day.” The leather attaché case under my arm felt oddly bulky. “Is there anything else?”
     
    Damien stared right into my eyes. Goose bumps broke out over my body and I shivered, rubbing my arms with my hands. I’d never experienced this odd mix of feelings before. Men like Damien, well, they’d never paid attention to me. This sensation in my body, both thrilling and new, was almost intoxicating.
     
    “Good night, Audrey,” Damien said in a low voice. He smiled at me, showing his perfectly white teeth. Breaking my gaze away from his perfect face was hard. Even when I closed my eyes, I still saw Damien’s intense visage and perfect, sculpted jawline.
     
    I shook my head as I stepped backwards. “I’m not going to be some…some notch on your bedpost,” I said in a shaky voice. “I’m not like the other girls.” I licked my lips nervously, noting the way Damien’s eyes were glued to my mouth. “I mean, I got this job for a reason,” I said softly. “And I’m not going to throw it away just by sleeping with you.”
     
    Damien raised his eyebrows and smirked. “I never said you were going to throw anything away just by sleeping with me,” he said.
     
    I blushed hotly. “That’s not what I meant.”
     
    “It doesn’t matter,” Damien said. He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s been a long day, and I know you’re tired. Go home, Audrey. I’ll see you in the morning.”
     
    As I walked out of LennoxCo with the leather case tucked under my arm, I felt strangely unhappy. Even after having to admit to myself that Carl had been right the whole time, telling Damien off didn’t feel as good as I thought it would. I mean, I’d done the right thing. I knew that deep down I couldn’t sleep with him, not if I wanted to keep the job. My parents were so dependent on the money I sent them.
     
    I shuddered, glancing down at my frumpy attire and wondering what was wrong with Damien. He had gorgeous women throwing themselves at him all the time, what the hell did he want with me?
     
    It’s because I don’t want him , I realized suddenly. I stopped dead in my tracks, letting others on the cold Chicago sidewalks push past me in irritation. He wants me because he thinks I’m not interested .
     
    I swallowed hard, feeling nervous with the realization of the truth. On one hand, it was almost comforting to know that I wasn’t doing anything to lead him on. On the other, I felt almost insulted. Of course a man like Damien