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and dragged her off all corporate caveman like and she clearly, clearly didn’t
mind. Todd and Henry excused themselves then and I was placed reluctantly on
the seat, suddenly left alone with my boss who seemed dizzy and intoxicated
though he’d been drinking less than the rest of us.
    We were in a place I didn’t know we should be, so I did the
only thing I thought was right. I broke the spell.
    “I should go back to my sister.”
    “Yes,” he gulped for air and stood, held his hand out for
me. I let him help me out of the booth and he grabbed me suddenly but gently,
not like he had against the bar earlier. He pressed his hand against the small
of my back and matched our bodies. He stroked a finger beneath my chin and made
me look up at him. There was something there, something fathomless. “Thank you,
Mia. You are a beautiful, powerful girl. My favorite.”
    I didn’t know how to respond. I nodded and because I didn’t
know what else to do, I whispered, “I will see you at breakfast, Mr. Vaughn.”
    I thought, I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me,
but he was stronger than me, and he let go and turned back to his table, placed
his palms on the table top and bent over as if in pain. He closed his eyes and
I left him to reel because I understood. I felt it too. But that line, that was
one we couldn’t come back from. All the rest of it was flirty and grounded in
business. That we could dim in our memory Monday morning over email and memos.
    I found Cassandra on the dance floor and I tried to find the
music but I was off. Her friends were paired off with men they’d met and she
admitted she was going back to the hotel soon. I told her I’d follow her
because I didn’t think I could go home with anyone that night. I danced with
her and she had the time of her life. I caught sight Anna and Edward and they
were fabulously in lust on the dance floor.
    She left first and I followed, the alcohol wearing down so
the pleasant tipsy feeling could fade. I didn’t see him sitting on one of the
bruise purple couches, but he captured my hand when I walked by and pulled me
back to him. I knew him so well, but the lost, dark gaze was new and foreign
and I didn’t know what to think of it. I hadn’t seen him for an hour, but he
looked more disheveled than before. He’d been running his hands through his
hair again.
    He tugged me to his knees, fit mine around one of his. He
released my hand and set his left palm tentatively on the inside of my right
knee and without comment, began to trace his hand up my thigh. His fingers
spread as they rose higher, and with them so did his eyes until our gazes
locked.
    “Mia,” he mouthed and I shivered when his fingertips grazed
my bare skin high on my thigh but just under my moist panties. If he knew, god
if he knew how he was making me feel.
    I sunk my fingers into his hair and held his gaze, implored,
speared his heart. “Mr. Vaughn…”
    “Damian,” he pressed.
    “Damian,” I sighed and urged my hips into his hand. His
knuckles just grazed my panties and we both moaned at the brief contact.
“Damian, this . This, we can’t come back from.”
     “I’ve not gotten this far in my life by going back.”
    Indecision plagued me. He must have sensed this and pulled
his hand back, cautiously. He took my hips and pulled me into him, pressed his
face into my belly and inhaled the smell of my sweat and perfume and the scent
of this goddamn club that made us let loose the wild animal inside of us so
eagerly.
    “I’m going to my room, Mia. I’m in the penthouse. Come to me
if you want, don’t and nothing changes Monday morning, I swear. It’s your
choice. It’s always your choice.”
    He grabbed my arms and pulled me down into his lap, captured
me possessively and took my face in one hand in one smooth, confident movement
and crushed his mouth into mine. It was one last plea, or promise, or
challenge, either way it worked on my whole body and the embers I’d