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A sharp stab of jealousy filters through me. I know that with Damon’s looks, wealth, and power, women like what theysee, but since my desk is located outside Damon’s office and is secluded on our floor, I’m away from all the gossip.
And I love that.
So, hearing it from Marie rubs me the wrong way, even if I know this. Will he sleep with another woman now that he’s tossed me aside?
I replay the thought in my mind well into the afternoon, until my workload picks up again.
I stay past six o’clock to draft a five-page letter for him. When I’m done, I print it off and bring it to him for his signature. He’s been tucked away in his office all day, and my heart stops when I see him.
Loose tie. Messy hair.
I push down all the good memories, knowing that it’s done. What we had is done, and I have to accept that.
“I need your signature.”
I’m standing next to him when his eyes hold mine hostage before they wander all the way down my body. He can’t do this. Push me away only to suck me back in.
I told Harvey we’d try.
When his eyes gaze into mine again, he keeps them there, even when he signs on the dotted line.
“You’re mad.”
I can’t stop the small scoff that escapes. “Observant?”
He smirks, and it’s not fair, so unfair. He shouldn’t be allowed to smirk or smile, which is almost never. It makes him impossibly hotter than he already is.
He pushes his chair back and stands, handing me the letter. “Can I be mad too?” He pushes my hair behind my ear, and I want to tell him to stop.
Damon has no limit when it comes to reeling me in and making me feel things I shouldn’t. Yet he has no tolerance for the feelings that’ll come from my heart either.
“Why are you mad?”
There’s a hint of ice in his soft chuckle. “Three fucking days and you’re already back with him.”
“It’s not—”
“It’s not easy? Yeah, I would know. Guilt is a devilish little thing, isn’t it?”
I push down the bile in my throat. He’s trying to justify pushing me away, isn’t he, acting as if we both acted out of guilt.
But it’s not the same.
“I was willing ... to leave it all behind ... for you,” I whisper softly when he grabs my hand, linking our fingers.
“You went back to him.”
I stare at our hands. “So this was what? A test?”
He shakes his head. “No, Gemma. But you sure failed miserably.”
“Damon, you take and take and then you leave. What do you want from me?”
My heart is in my throat when he closes the gap between us. My mind tries to send red-alert signals, but I live for this temptation, for the heat and lust that ignites my body from being near Damon.
I want to kiss him, to pull him close to me and kiss the hell out of his lips. But I remember the pain and the way he pushed me away.
And I know that he’ll do it again because he hasn’t dealt with his past—whatever it may be.
