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A predator relaxed in the full knowledge of his coiled power.
“You heard me, Ava,” he replies coolly. “You’ve heard what I have to offer you.”
His voice is so dark. So low.
So...unsafe.
I blink again. I did hear him. I did hear his offer. I am just so totally blindsided by what he actuallyisproposing, and I don’t know what the hell to say.
This is nuts...
“Explain again,”I mutter. “Just one more time. Just so I can process that insanity.”
The office we’re in is even more impressive than the reception next door. There is both the air of dark intimidation and minimalist grandeur here in a way that I’ve come to closely associate with Damon. The floor is a dark polished marble. Everything in the office is all sharp angles and clean edges, including the slab of a desk with a solitary computer monitor sitting on top. There is a black, leather-backed chair behind the desk. There are panoramic city views all around, showing off the whole of New York: his domain. It’s all so very Damon. So very rich. So very scarily gangster.
He's acting like the king of New York City.
At me asking him to clarify his offer, the man lets out a sigh and thoughtfully strokes his impeccably chiseled chin. The thin scar on his left cheek is a reminder of his always-present violence. His dark eyes lock onto me, gleaming. I can’t read his mind, but I have a strong feeling whatever’s going on in there isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Especially not considering the insane offer he just laid out on the table.
“You are to be my mistress for two months,” he says, reiterating his offer.
“Okay, two months? Mistress? Are you being serious?”
“I am being deadly serious, Ava. Two months is long enough to pay back the thousands your father owes me,” Damon says, “don’t you think?”
“But... hang on. You’ve forgotten the craziest part of your statement: yourmistress?”
I am stuttering, unable to process what he actually just freaking said.
“Yes,” the gangster replies. “You are to be my mistress for two months, Ava Matson. Am I not being clear enough? I’m not going to repeat myself.”
“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I say. “Let’s not rush through this. Let me get this straight. As in arelationship? With you? Amistressmistress?”
“Yes.”
“As insleepwith you?”
I am really stuttering and spluttering now in incredulity.
“Yes,” Damon calmly replies, as if we were talking about something as simple and ordinary as negotiating over a used car and not a discussion over the use of my freaking body. “Fine, Iwillrepeat myself. I am offering you to be my mistress for two months. Eight weeks precisely.”
“Sounds like some kind of…captivity.”
“This is not some flimsy backroom deal,” Damon replies. “We will draw up a contract and get your signature. We will make it formal and legal in the eyes of the law.”
I’m rolling my eyes.
“As if the law has ever stopped you before…”
“It is going to be the only way I’m willing to let go of your father’s debt,” Damon continues, ignoring my snide comments. “Unless he pays me, of course. But I seriously doubt that would be any time forthcoming, considering you’ve made the incredibly difficult journey to be with me here today.”
So. Heisbeing serious.
The smug bastard.
Now that I’m up close and personal with the infamous man, I can see him for what he truly is: a devil.A gorgeous, handsome, sexual devil.Square jaw. The hint of a dark stubble. Sharp high cheekbones. Under his cuff, I notice the black ink of tattoos on veiny arms. He must have the markings covering a good percentage of his body like a true bad boy with a wild nature. I can’t avoid his midnight-black eyes that conceal a whole inner world.
