Page 72 of Master of My Heart

Casey laughed. “It’s okay. What’s done is done.” He grinned. “Besides, I get to stay in a cushy townhouse most of the time instead of skulking through jungles and deserts. Can’t really complain.”

Sabrina wondered at his words. How could he see the good in what happened to him? Wouldn’t he rather be whole and be able to do what he’d done before?

The door opened behind her and Damian stepped out before she could contemplate anymore. He looked between her and Casey and arched a brow. “Ready?” he asked. Sabrina nodded.

“Shall I call your car, sir?” Casey asked, straightening into a formal pose.

Damian shook his head. “I already texted Quinn.” He looked down the street and smiled. “He’s coming.”

Casey bowed slightly and hurried down the steps, opening the door when the car stopped at the curb. “Have a good evening,” he said with a slight bow as Sabrina got in, Damian close behind.

Sabrina stared at her hands, thinking about Casey. What an unusual man to see the good in what happened. She didn’t understand how he could, but she admired him for it.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked, putting his hand on her knee.

Sabrina gave a practiced smile and put her hand on his. “Yes. Sorry.”

She slid her hand up his leg, clearing her thoughts so she could concentrate on what Damian wanted.

He looked startled and grasped her wrist. “I didn’t offer to take you home so I could sleep with you.”

She froze and stared at him. “What? Why not?”

“I mean, you’re a very attractive young woman, but you really did look unwell. I just wanted to be sure you got home safely.”

Sabrina didn’t understand. “You touched me... on the roof.”

Damian sighed. “Well, you were rather sexy like that. I shouldn’t have, though. I’m truly sorry.”

Sabrina clasped her hands in her lap and stared at them, not knowing what to say or do.

“I don’t suppose you’re hungry, are you?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

She blinked, surprised at the question. “Are you?”

“Not really, but if it means I don’t have to take you home straight away, I’ll eat.” He gave her such an endearing smile, she couldn’t help but relax.

She smiled, amused at his bluntness and charming smile. “I think I might be able to eat.”

Damian took her to a small Greek restaurant downtown. His forthrightness quickly put her at ease. He didn’t play games or seem like he was trying to manipulate her. She found herself laughing at his silly jokes and stories.

Toward the end of dinner, she saw him looking, not very subtly, at her cleavage and she felt tingles running through her body. She hadn’t orgasmed with Aiden before, and Damian was so nice and non-threatening, she was beginning to want him. She leaned forward to give him a better view and he grinned.

“I like the dress,” he commented, taking a sip of wine. “And what I can see beneath it.”

“It’s not fair that men cover up to look nice and women wear less.”

Damian laughed. “It’s because men’s bodies aren’t meant to be entrancing. You’re supposed to fall for our commanding presence and raw power. Women are made to be beautiful and tame our raging egos.”

“Oh really?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face. “You’ve thought a lot about this?”

“I think about a lot of things. This subject, the difference between men and women? Yes, quite a bit.”

“Why?”

“Because I find people fascinating. How people think. Why they do the things they do. What makes them change their minds about something.”

“Are you a psychologist?” she asked, realizing she didn’t know what he did for a living.

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