Surprise had Damen spitting out his whiskey. What the hell? It was like she was reading her questions straight out of an autograph book. What would she want to know next – what he dreamt of becoming when he grew up? What his motto in life was?
“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
“I told you it was going to be personal.”
Damen didn’t know whether to groan or roll his eyes. “Are you truly like this, Mairi Tanner? Or is this all a show to make me more intrigued? Because you already have my fucking attention and I want you so damn bad I’m tempted to go over there and be damned with the consequences.”
But instead of a straight answer, all he got was a heartfelt sigh.
God, did this woman drive him crazy! And damned if these crazy ways of hers did not make Damen want her even more.
Her gaze drifted towards the wall clock and Mairi gasped, not realizing how late it was. “I have to go,” she said glumly.
And now she was being the first to put the phone down – yet another deed no other woman had been able to do to him. It was like she knew all the right buttons to push, making him feel fucking unsure of where his place in her life was – and he did not fucking like it. Not one damn bit.
“Mairi?”
“Yes?” Her heart started beating madly.
“Once you meet with me tomorrow, there is no turning back. You will be mine – and only mine until I let you go. If you are thinking of playing around,don’t.I’m not the kind of man you would want to cross.”
Another sigh.
This time, Damen ignored it. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Oh dear – he was such analpha.Just like the Greek billionaires in her bedtime stories, only this time he was real and so, so, so much better than she could ever dream of.
She said tremulously, “I understand, Damen.”
“And you will be mine?”
Mairi answered simply, “I was meant to be yours.”
She sighed.
He wanted to groan. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Those words just made sure he needed a long cold shower to see him through the night.