Chapter Seventy Three

She turned abruptly away, terrified he’d read the naked lust in her eyes. She took a long drink from her water bottle then, blowing her fringe skywards and trying to keep her voice normal, determined not to make a fool of herself again, to be absolutely sure she wasn’t misreading things, she said, “You should try meditating if you want to be relaxed.”

“It wouldn’t work,” Damon dismissed.

“It won’t if that’s your attitude...” She could feel the atmosphere sizzling between them, knew that if she said what was on her mind then she’d be crossing a line, playing the most dangerous of dangerous games. “Try it,” she breathed, her eyes daring him to join her. “Why don’t you lie back and try it now?”

“Now?” Damon checked, a dangerous warning glint in his eyes, which she heeded, but it only excited her more.

“Now,” Wendy affirmed. “Just lie back.”

“Then what?” Damon's impatient voice demanded instruction as,