Damien’s POV I blinked once, slow, measured, and leaned back in my chair. “Excuse me,” I said smoothly, “but you are…?” Mr Peterson cleared his throat, a little flustered. “Ah…my daughter, Vivienne. Vivienne, this is… Damien Voss. You should say hi.” She stepped forward, tilting her head, eyes narrowing like a cat sizing me up. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she purred, voice smooth and dripping with flirtation. “I didn’t expect you to look… real.” I raised a brow, voice low and deliberate, dry as a desert. “Well, I’m glad I could disappoint. Not a hobby of mine to live up to hype.” She giggled…too loud, too rehearsed…before sliding into the chair right next to mine instead of the one across the table. The scent of her perfume hit…sweet, calculated, expensive. Then came the manicured hand, nails sharp and blood-red, curling possessively high on my thigh under the table. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. I fixed her with a stare that could cut steel. She leaned in, h
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