Chapter 9 The Offer

• The next morning, Briar rode the elevator up to the penthouse suite of Thorne International, every nerve in her body wound tight. The smooth hum of the lift did nothing to calm her; instead, it gave her too much time to think. To feel.
• Her body ached faintly in ways she hadn't expected, a quiet, lingering reminder of the night before. A reminder of Damien Thorne.
• She pressed a hand against her stomach, exhaling slowly, trying to steady her thoughts. She wasn't sure how to feel about what had happened between them. She'd never behaved so recklessly in her life, never surrendered so completely-or responded so passionately.