Isabella POV
"Stop fidgeting," Damien said, his hand sliding up my thigh as our car pulled up to Blackwood Tower. "You look like you're going to your execution."
"Maybe I am," I muttered, but his touch was already making it difficult to think about anything except the way his fingers felt against my skin. Even now, facing our most dangerous enemy, my body responded to him like we were still tangled in his sheets instead of dressed for corporate warfare.
"He's going to try to get in your head," Damien continued, his voice dropping to that register that made my pulse skip. "Make you doubt everything between us, everything we've built."
"And what if he succeeds?" I asked, turning to meet his gray eyes. "What if he knows something that changes everything?"
