Damien groaned, tightening his hold. “Yeah, well, my kind of heat doesn’t cool off with an indoor shoot… or a cold shower. Maybe you should just move in here with me, hmm?”
She turned her head slightly, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she met his gaze with a playful, shy smile. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she murmured, a little breathless. “Besides, my boss already said this is a work trip, not a vacation. Isn’t that right, Mr. Blackwood?”
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I see… well, Ms. Thompson, if that’s how it is, I’ll let Trina know you’re taking the day off—for a private meeting with the boss. My orders. Sound fair?”
Maya smiled, “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to decline. Can’t risk mixing business with plea
