Chapter 13 3 The Limo

• The next evening, Sophia stayed late again. Damien sent everyone else home early. At 9 PM, he called her into his private office, the one with the heavy oak door and thick walls that barely hid sounds.
• “Lock the door,” he ordered the moment she stepped inside.
• Sophia locked it. Damien was already standing behind his desk, tie loosened, eyes burning with hunger. Without saying another word, he grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over his desk.