Céline was not sure she could resist him this time, prank call or not.
She hurriedly packed her aunt’s laptop into her bag and neatly dropped the files she had worked on into one of the drawers behind her.
By the time she was done packing, Damien held the door open for her. There was excitement and something else she couldn’t place a finger on, on his face.
“Thank you,” she whispered, walking ahead of him.
Workers they passed on their way gave them strange stares but bowed respectfully when they saw it was Damien she was walking with.
In no time they were at the parking lot and just like before, he opened the door for her and waited for her to settle into the seat, before going to the driver’s side.
It was an action he had been doing since the first time they met in that club. That time, she didn’t think much of it. Now, it melted her heart so much to think that the rich and popular Damien Culhane treated her like a Queen. He literally waited on her.
Damien brought the car to life, reversed and revved out of the office building. Céline only stared in awe at him.
How could she pretend to like this man when liking him was so easy?
He made her plans seem like a regular child’s play. It was effortless.
He was so easy to like.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just park the car and take you right here, baby.”
Damien’s voice was barely a whisper but it sent sparks through her body and brought her back to reality.
She didn’t even realize he had spoken to her. Her ears were hot again and she didn’t need to be told she was blushing. She knew it.
He said something unintelligible under his breath before tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
“My place or yours?” Damien’s voice was hoarse and unbearably sexy.
Céline gulped.
That question was what she feared. Not the choice but the decision.
Saying yes to his place, meant accepting to sleep with him. She made up her mind a long time ago that she would only lose her virginity on her wedding night. If she accepted to go home with him, she wasn’t certain she could keep up that promise.
At the same time, she didn’t want Damien to give up on her. She needed him to keep craving and wanting her, so they could get married and she could as a result, get the money she desperately wanted.
“If you don’t say anything. I will just take you to my place.” He kissed his teeth together and made a sharp turn unto a different road.
Given in to him now, might not guarantee her marriage to him. She might lose the money because of a few seconds of pleasure.
She would also lose her dignity.
What she was doing might be wrong, but she wanted her dignity to remain.
“6th avenue!” She squeaked, fisting her hands.
She had never met a man that pushed her limits and self control this much.
“As you wish, baby.” Damien said, smiling even wider.
He didn’t know what was in store for him.
The car went on at a breathtaking speed and the sexual tension in the car increased with every kilometers they covered.
When they got to her street she pointed a shaky finger to her house. Damien maneuvered his way there as fast as he could and parked the car in front of it.
As he made to pull out his seat belt, she placed a hand over his hands, stopping him.
He looked at her, confused and she shook her head softly.
“I am tired Damien. Maybe some other time,” she cooed.
He narrowed his clouded brown eyes at her, as if trying to comprehend what she was saying.
She moved her hands upwards, slowly taking her time to memorise the feel of his skin. She stopped at his cheeks, cupping it in both of her palms.
Damien’s breath hitched.
She drew closer to him. “Goodnight Damien.”
She placed her lips on his. Kissing him with all she had. If she couldn’t give him sex, she could tattoo her kisses on him.