Damian’s POV“Let’s get to our main talk,” she said softly, swaying her long black silk hair over one shoulder. Her hands rested lightly on my shoulders, her touch measured, practiced — but it carried warmth all the same.“What do you do, Mr. Stranger?”Her voice sounded like melody, smooth and deliberate. I couldn’t help but smile.“I’m a business owner,” I replied.Her brows lifted. “You own a conglomerate?” she asked curiously, a faint smile playing on her lips.“Something like that,” I said with a small laugh. “You’re quite smart.”“Thank you for the compliment,” she said, her gaze drifting across the suite. “No wonder you can afford this kind of luxury.”“You here for the first time?” I asked, loosening the top button of my shirt.“Yes. This place is a seven-star hotel,” she said, admiring the decor with wide, almost childlike wonder.“Let me help you with that,” she offered, her fingers moving to undo the remaining buttons. Our eyes met — once, then again. Each time felt like a
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