Sheina’s footsteps, usually calm and composed, now sounded hurried, creating hollow echoes along the silent gallery corridor. She quickly pushed open the heavy mahogany double doors of the VIP restroom. Once inside, she immediately locked the nearest stall, leaned her back against the cold surface, and allowed her lungs to gasp for as much oxygen as possible. Her breath came in ragged gasps, creating a faint mist in the cool air of the room. In the darkness of that stall, Sheina could still feel the lingering traces of Damian’s presence clinging to her skin. The searing heat of his breath, the pressure of his body pinning her down, and most agonizing of all—the masculine scent of sandalwood mixed with whiskey that seemed to have seeped into her very pores. She raised her violently trembling hand, touching the cheek that just minutes ago had been caressed so gently by Damian’s thumb. There was a lingering heat there, a sensation that burned more painfully than a slap. "Stop it, She
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