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He lowered the partition and said, “So I heard you’re the runaway bride from last night.”
I gritted my teeth.
“Got cold feet at the last minute?” He inquired.
“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Very well Ms. Easton.” Michael nodded with a slightly amused look.
“So what exactly does Damian do?” I said, changing the subject and gesturing to the car and then Michael.
“Well, that would be a good question for Mr. West.” Michael said matter-of-factly.
“I see.” I huffed out a breath and stared out the window as we rode the rest of the way in silence. Eventually we rounded into the airport, and I watched as Michael drove past the drop off, and pulled into the parking garage.
“You can just drop me off. I can get my bags and everything checked in.”
“Mr. West will meet you in the lounge.”
“What?” My throat went dry, realizing I had to face the man who’d ripped my clothes off the night before, and then tucked me into bed without so much as a second glance.
I chewed my lip, feeling a sense of dread but also feeling thrilled at seeing Damian one more time. He was certainly easy on the eyes, that was for sure. Michael briskly escorted me through a series of side doors and past security.
“I don’t need to go through security?” I asked, flabbergasted.
“No, Ms. Easton, Mr. West has added you to his security clearance. We’ll check you in down the hall”
“What on earth?” I whispered to myself as I scrambled to keep up with Michael.
Finally, we rounded another corner and went down a short hallway. I gave my ticket and ID to a woman who checked me in seconds.
Michael gestured towards the door. “You can meet Mr. West in the lounge through there.”
“What about my bags?” I asked in a panic as I checked the time on my phone.
“I’ll check these in for you.”
“Are you sure?”
Michael chuckled, “Yes, Ms. Easton, I’m sure. Now go enjoy your pre-flight lounge amenities. They don’t disappoint.” He pointed to the door down the hall.
I pushed the door open, and it opened up into an opulent private lounge, with large windows overlooking a runway with a few luxury jets parked nearby. I looked around the room at the men and women who were dressed incredibly well for the airport and immediately regretted my bright pink outfit choice. My stomach twisted into knots as I spotted Damian sitting at the lounge bar on the phone. He spotted me immediately and gestured for me to come over.
He was clearly in a heated conversation as I approached the bar. “They all have to go, or this doesn’t work. I am counting on you to make this work.” He snapped, as he ran his finger around the rim of his glass. I felt the heat in between my legs throb slightly as I watched his long fingers go round and round the rim of his glass. I caught myself staring, and I quickly looked away while I pulled up a leather padded stool.
I sat on the bar stool next to him awkwardly, feeling so out of place, and trying my best not to eavesdrop as I sat mere inches from him. I watched him as he sharply reprimanded whoever he was on the phone with, and he suddenly seemed much more intimidating than he had the evening before. I started to feel incredibly nervous as I sat there fidgeting, not sure what I was supposed to be doing. I eyed him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to be rude and stare directly at him, and I caught his gaze. His eyes softened as I met his, and his mouth broke into the slightest nearly imperceptible smile even though his tone remained cold and unflinching as he spoke. I blushed and broke eye contact first.
“Get it done, or I’ll find someone who will.” He said sternly.
With that, he hung up the phone and placed it face down on the bar. “Good morning, Ms. Addison Easton.” He said in a playful tone as his eyes swept over me.
I found myself blushing again under his thoughtful gaze. In the sobering daylight, he looked like a GQ model, with his sharp jawline, olive skin, and dark hair. His warm eyes twinkled, a stark contrast against the rest of his intimidating, angular features. I looked around, worrying about how I looked next to him.
I cleared my throat. “Good morning, Damian West.” I chewed my lip, suppressing a smile that felt like it was going to explode out of me. I felt like I was about to get the church giggles, like I was supposed to be serious and formal, and I was about to break the unspoken rule in my nervousness.
I took a breath in to say something and was suddenly unsure of what to say.
“Feeling any better this morning?” Damian asked as he leaned back in his chair, gazing at me.
