AMELIA
I felt a tap, gentle as the touch of a feather, on my arm. I stirred sleepily. I felt another, still gentle but a lot more insistent this time.
"Amelia." I opened my eyes.
Damian was leaning over me.
"Rise and shine," he said. "It's a new day."
He was already fully dressed, already prepared to go to work. I, on the other hand, was as naked as the day I was born. I stretched languidly. I could still feel the pleasant ache between my legs caused by last night's pleasurable exertions. I watched his eyes greedily follow the movement of my unclad body before they snapped back up to my face.
"Amelia," he breathed. "You can make a man forget everything."
I batted my lashes at him. "Maybe that isn't such a bad thing. If you come a little closer, perhaps I can make you forget a thin
