Aria's POV
I slipped back into the private room, my heart still racing from what had just happened with Damian on the phone.
God, I could still feel the heat coursing through my body, the phantom sensation of his voice in my ear, commanding and possessive.
My cheeks burned as I smoothed down my clothes, praying no one could see the flush on my face or the slight tremble in my hands.
"There you are!" Jennifer looked up from her wine glass, grinning. "We thought you got lost."
"Sorry, work call," I said quickly, sliding back into my seat. "You know how it is."
Diana raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and knowing. "A work call? At lunch?"
"Important client," I lied, reaching for my water glass.
Leo smirked. "Must've been a very important client. You look flushed."
