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I take Dana’s hand in mine and walk up the rest of the way to meet him.
“Hello, Father,” I say, keeping my tone even.
“Damon,” he replies in that same even tone that he uses to conquer boardrooms across the world. He's always been this way: abrupt. Without warmth. As much as I'd love to deny it, we're similar in so many ways.
It's probably why we don't get along…
“Who's your guest?” he asks, raising a perfectly arched brow at Dana.
“You asked me to bring wife over, Father,” I reply, imitating his expressionless tone. “Meet Dana Smith. My fiancée.”
Chapter Four
Dana
I stare at him I shock, wondering if my ears are playing tricks on me.Did my boss just introduce me to his father as his fiancée?
Before I can say anything, the stern-faced, handsome man with Damon's piercing blue eyes is holding out his hand to me, his lips tilting in the barest hint of a smile.
“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Smith.”
"Pleasure is mine, Mr. Ford," I reply promptly, slipping my palm into his outstretched hand. I muster a polite smile despite the anger brewing in the pit of my stomach. "It's an honor to meet you, sir."
An emotion flits in Mr. Ford's eyes. Approval?I can’t tell because he's returned his attention to Damon, who still hasn't let go of my hand.
"Pity I must head out now. I have a meeting with the board in fifteen minutes," he says, glancing at his surprisingly worn-out leather watch. "I'd love to get to know the lovely lady who's managed to capture my son's attention. Your mom would be delighted to meet her too when she gets back from her vacation, so we’ll get together this weekend."
Only two days away? That feels so... soon. Damon's hand tightens unconsciously around mine, the only indication of whatever he's feeling at that moment. “Dad, we can't….”
“I hope to see you then,” Mr. Ford says with a meaningful glance at Damon. And with one last nod in my direction, he heads towards the front door.
I wait for the door to close behind him before snatching my hand from Damon's grip. I swirl around to face him, raising my chin to glare at him.
“What was that about?”
“What?” he asks, his expression unchanging.
“Don't play dumb with me, sir! I think I deserve some explanation as to why I'm in your home and how I became your fiancée?”
“Listen to me, kitty….”
"No, you listen to me!" I snap, throwing my hands up in frustration. "Don't call me kitty and don't patronize me! You treat me like I'm some nitwit without half a brain that'd jump to do any of your bidding. I know I'm desperate for this job, but…"
The rest of the words suddenly fly out of my head as his mouth descends on mine, cutting short my rant. I freeze, shocked to the bone. Then, slowly, I start to move my mouth in sync with his, cajoled by the persistent, yet gentle pressure of his lips. His arm, strong and possessive, circles my waist, pulling me closer to his chest as he deepens the kiss. He nibbles at my lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp from me. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, slowly gliding it over mine in slow, sensual strokes.
A needy moan escapes my lips and the sound is like a bucket full of ice dumped on my head, jarring me back to reality. It suddenly dawns on me that Damon Ford is kissing me.
I'm kissing my friggin’ boss!
I spring away from him like a startled deer, swaying lightly on my feet. For a moment, I stare blankly at him, breathing hard. Amidst other indecipherable emotions, I feel disoriented and angry – angry at him for barging into my life and upturning it in just twenty-four hours. Most of all, I'm angry at myself for being at his mercy… For actually enjoying that kiss moments ago...For wanting more.
“Dana, I…” He trails off, running a hand through his hair with a weary sigh. This time, frustration flares in his usually impassive eyes. “I'm sorry,” he finally says. “I shouldn't have…”
“Sorry?” I cut in with a disbelieving scoff. “You're sorry? My god, You're unbelievable and I'm out of here!”
Without waiting for a response, I turn around and run blindly out of the house, biting down hard on my lips to keep my tears from falling.
I don't know if I'm more pained about the fact that he stole my first kiss or the fact that he apologized after.
