“Oh, and I like a man who makes sure those Hollywood pretty boys stay far away.”
Damien’s smirk deepened, eyes darkening with amusement and something more. “Good to know,” he murmured. “I might just fit that description perfectly.”
Maya arched a brow, lips curving in mock regret. “Is that right? Hmm… too bad.” She leaned in closer, gaze flicking to his mouth, then back up to his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood… but I’m already taken.”
His smile turned lazy, smug. “Is that so?”
She nodded slowly, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper that lingered like a secret between them.
“Hopelessly. For this tall, dangerously attractive man who thinks growling at any other man within ten feet of me counts as subtle.”
Damien’s eyes darkened, the smirk on his lips sharpening. He leaned in until
