Innocence is Overrated [ON HOLD]

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Chapter Four

Elizabeth's POV

I wake up reluctantly.

My head is throbbing and my whole body aches from sleeping in such an awkward position. When I eventually give in and open my eyes I immediately wince from the white light that floods the room. I let them adjust for a moment before I realize that I'm in what seems to be an office or meeting room. There's a big black couch that I'm laying on, a bar full of drinks, and a table pushed farther in the corner. I scan my body, checking that my clothes are still on. They are.

What the hell happened last night then?

I push myself into sitting position and gingerly touch my temple. I rub my head where the headache is worst, causing my hair to mess up even more.

"Well, well, well look who's finally awake," a deep velvety voice states. I hear a door click and the person strolls into view.

It's Damien.

He stares at me, his dark eyes delving into mine with such deep passion I can't describe. My palms begin to sweat as I nervously get up from the couch. His gaze travels shamelessly down my figure, his irises darkening to an even darker shade. I feel like lasers are tingling the surface of my skin. I try to appear normal as I stand there. Suddenly he sets down a file he is holding and grabs an empty chair at the table, pulling it out with such poise its only seen in movies. "Please do sit down. We have things to discuss."

A blush flames my cheeks as I maneuver myself in front of the chair and Damien pushes the chair in so I can sit down. His fingertips brush the nape of my neck, leaving a hot trail behind. I shiver as I sit down and suck in a sharp breath as I struggle to keep my thoughts straight.

I am so screwed.

He takes a seat in the chair across from me and opens the file. He rereads it then seeing that its too his standards, he meets my eyes with a smirk. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself. Damien Knight," he states, holding his hand out. I put my hand in his hesitantly.

The warmth from his hand seeps into mine and I freeze, losing myself completely as he holds me there in a soft but firm grip, his dark eyes plunging into mine. We sit there in silence for a few minutes, our hands still firmly locked together, before he raises an eyebrow and the ghost of a true smile nearly makes me dizzy.

"So last night wasn't a dream," I mumble with a blush as I release my hand and sit up straighter in my chair. This man who I barely know, has affected me more than anyone ever has. What is my problem? Elizabeth get a hold of yourself.

He smirks. "It was very real, very very real."

I bury my face in my hands as I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I should have known something bad would happen if I drank. Because unlike some people, when I drink I get tons of confidence and crazy horny. Not a good combination.

"I, uh... um sorry," I reply, trying to explain my actions but coming up short.

He chuckles. "Don't be sorry. I enjoyed myself quite much until you hit your head."

"I'm really sorry about that," I apologize again. I don't know what else to say and even if I did I don't think I could have come up with a reason to why that happened.

He rolls his eyes. "Enough apologizing. Now why were you looking for me last night?"

"I wanted to properly thank you for covering for me. I never really got the chance. And I also wanted to know what I owed you for that," I say as I slightly drum my fingers on the dark wood table.