CHAPTER THREE
The hotel lobby gleamed with marble and gold, a shrine to wealth. Everyone here wore tailored suits and practiced smiles. Everyone except me, heart hammering as I trailed behind Damon Stone.
He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to. His presence filled every inch of space, pulling eyes, commanding silence.
I hated that mine followed too.
“This is insane,” I muttered, clutching the folder of presentation notes he’d insisted I carry. “You didn’t even tell me I’d be part of this.”
“You are part of this,” he said smoothly, scanning the keycard at his suite door. “You’re mine. That makes you part of everything.”
Heat flushed up my throat. “That’s not what I meant—”
The door clicked open. He stepped aside, hand brushing the small of my back as I passed. The suite was sprawling
