Chapter 9: Bedroom Eyes

Damien's P.O.V.

Holy shit!

Leslie's dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose beautiful curls. Her blue eyes seemed brighter than usual, thanks to the dark colors that were swept over her eyelids, and her full lips were painted a bright shade of red that perfectly matched her dress." Damn she looks good enough to eat.

A dress that hugged her body from her breasts to her knees, revealing curves I didn't know she had hidden.

I knew she was beautiful, but right now, she's downright sexy and breathtaking.

And a part of me wanted to rip the dress right off her.

"I don't want to know," she said, fiddling with her dress.She peered up through long eyelashes, pausing when she saw me looking at her. "Hi." Her voice was a little squeakier than normal. "Do I look okay? Your Aunt was quiet vague on the details of the dress code, and honestly, I was too busy wondering how not to fall over in my heels when you told me. " She say breathlessly , looking quiet nervous and ready to bolt out of the ro