She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral.
"Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow."
"Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.
Those eyes seemed to see through every lie, every carefully constructed mask. Like he could peer directly into her soul and catalog every secret she was keeping.
"Yes, sir." Elizabeth's tone had sharpened slightly professional but curious about this unusual interaction.
Damien took a step closer, and Aria's heart hammered against her ribs. He was so close now she could smell his cologne something expensive and masculine that made her head swim.
"You look nervous, Ms. Mitchell."
It wasn't an accusation. Just an observation. But Aria felt caught anyway, exposed in some fundamental way.
"I.." Her voice came out smaller than she'd intended. She cleared her throat, tried again. "First day nerves. I want to make a good impression."
"Admirable." Something flickered in those gray eyes. Amusement? Interest? She couldn't tell. "What makes you think you'll be a good fit here?"
The question caught her off guard. Elizabeth had already conducted the interview. Why was he asking?
"I believe in excellence," Aria said carefully. "In paying attention to details. In understanding that the best service is often invisible."
"Invisible." He repeated the word like he was tasting it, testing it for truth. Then he smiled just slightly, barely a curve of those sculpted lips but it transformed his entire face. Made him go from intimidating to absolutely devastating. "We'll see if you can maintain that invisibility, Ms. Mitchell. I have a feeling you're the type of person who's difficult to ignore."
What did that mean?
"Elizabeth," he continued, still looking at Aria, "have Ms. Mitchell start in the main house tomorrow. I want someone I can observe during the trial period."
"Of course, sir."
He stepped past her then, close enough that his arm brushed hers, and the brief contact sent electricity shooting through her entire body.
"Welcome to Blackwood Estate, Ms. Mitchell," he said over his shoulder. "I look forward to seeing what you're capable of."
And then he was gone, disappearing around the corner, leaving Aria standing there with her heart pounding and her skin flushed and absolutely no idea what had just happened.
"Well," Elizabeth said, her tone carefully neutral. "That was unexpected. Mr. Blackwood rarely involves himself in staffing decisions."
"Is that... a bad thing?" Aria managed to ask.
"I honestly don't know." Elizabeth studied her with new intensity, as if seeing something she'd missed before. "But it's certainly unusual. Come on, I'll show you the staff entrance you'll use tomorrow."
As they continued the tour, Aria tried to focus on Elizabeth's instructions about schedules and responsibilities. But her mind kept returning to those gray eyes. That slight smile. The way her body had responded to his proximity.
Dangerous, a voice in her head whispered. He's dangerous.
But not in the way she'd expected. Not because of his wealth or power or the security surrounding him.
Because of the way he'd made her feel with just one look. Like he could see through every lie. Like he already knew exactly who she was and what she wanted.
Like he was waiting to see what she'd do next.
You're being paranoid, she told herself. He's just observant. Wealthy people are always cautious about new staff.
But as she drove away from the estate an hour later, his face replayed in her mind on an endless loop. Those eyes. That smile. The electricity of that brief contact.
She was here for one purpose: to save her mother. To get the plant and get out.
Damien Blackwood was just an obstacle to navigate. Nothing more.
She told herself that all the way home.
She told herself that as she lay in bed that night, unable to sleep.
She told herself that as she woke at 5 AM the next morning, her stomach fluttering with nerves that had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with knowing she'd see him again.
But even then, some part of her knew the truth.
Nothing about this was going to be simple.
Nothing about Damien Blackwood was safe.
And the connection she'd felt in that brief moment the way her body had responded, the way he'd looked at her like he could see her soul that wasn't one-sided.
He'd felt it too.
And that was far more dangerous than any security system or locked greenhouse.
Because you could hack security systems.
You couldn't hack whatever had just passed between them.
In his office on the third floor, Damien Blackwood stood at the window, looking out over the estate grounds.
On his desk, multiple monitors displayed security footage from earlier the moment when Aria Chen, masquerading as Sarah Mitchell, had walked directly into him in the hallway.
He'd reviewed it three times now, watching the way her pupils had dilated, the way her breath had caught, the unconscious lean of her body toward his.
Chemistry. Undeniable. Explosive.
Exactly as he'd predicted when he'd first seen her photograph.
His phone buzzed with a message from his head of security: Background check complete on Sarah Mitchell. Everything is clean. Recommend proceeding with hire.
Damien smiled a cold, calculating expression that would have made Aria's blood run cold if she'd seen it.
Of course the background check was clean. She was good. Excellent, even. Her hacking skills were impressive, her ability to construct believable identities nearly flawless.
But not quite perfect enough.
He'd known exactly who she was from the moment her application landed on his desk. Aria Chen. Twenty-four years old. Woman with a dying mother who needed something he possessed.
The question was: what would she do to get it?
How far would she go?
How many lines would she cross?
And most intriguingly how would she respond when he started pushing back?
Because he had no intention of making this easy for her. No intention of letting her waltz into his home, steal from him, and disappear.
No.
He was going to let her play her little game. Watch her move through his house like a beautiful thief in the night. Let her think she was in control.
Right up until the moment he decided to take it all away.
The attraction was unexpected. The way his body had responded to her proximity, the surge of possessiveness when she'd looked up at him with those dark eyes—that wasn't part of the plan.
But he could work with it.
Could use it.
Could turn it into another tool in the game they were about to play.
Damien opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small box. Inside was a piece of jewelry he'd had commissioned weeks ago, once he'd confirmed Aria Chen would be applying for the position.
A necklace. Delicate gold chain. Small pendant that looked like a simple decorative piece.
But hidden inside the pendant was a tracker. And a microphone.
Not active yet. He'd save that for the right moment.
For now, he'd watch. Wait. Let her settle in. Let her start searching for what she came for.
And when the time was right when she was in deep enough that there was no escape—he'd spring his trap.
But first, he wanted to see how far she'd go. How desperate she was. How many lines she'd cross.
And most interestingly how she'd respond to him. To the attraction that had sparked between them like lightning in that hallway.
Because Damien Blackwood always got what he wanted.
And what he wanted was to see Aria Chen…brilliant, desperate, beautiful Aria completely undone.
On her knees.
Begging.
He smiled again, this time with genuine anticipation.
Tomorrow was going to be very interesting indeed.