DAMIEN'S POV
Damien sat behind his desk at 8 PM, reviewing contracts that required his signature, but his mind was entirely elsewhere.
Specifically, on the woman who would be walking through his office door in exactly three minutes.
He'd told Aria to come to his office at 8. Told her to wear a skirt. Nothing else had been specified, but the anticipation had been building in him all afternoon since their encounter in the shower.
The memory of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and uncertain and so fucking eager to please it had taken every ounce of his control not to finish in her mouth. Not to push her against the shower wall and take what they both desperately wanted.
But control was everything. Control was what separated a fleeting obsession from complete and total ownership.
And he wanted to own Aria Chen completely.
His intercom buzzed. His secretary's voice, professional as always: "Mr. Blackwood, Miss Mitchell is here to see you."
"Send her in.
