Maya blinked, having been so focused on admiring the gift that she hadn’t properly heard Damien’s question.
“Hmm? What was that?”
She looked up at him and immediately noticed the unmistakable displeasure on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I said, what exactly happened last night?” Damien repeated, his deep voice low and cold.
It wasn’t until Maya glanced down at the gift in her hands that she realized exactly what he was asking about.
“Oh…”
Damien’s eyes narrowed at her reaction. Whatever had happened last night, Maya clearly knew what the man was referring to, and judging by the sheepish look slowly appearing on her face, it was something she had neglected to tell him.
“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Maya said.
“I haven’t told you what I’m thinking,” Damien replied coldly.
“No, but
