Then she looked up at me and smiled.Coffee had splashed across the floor. Damian's charcoal trousers were soaked dark from thigh to knee, and a porcelain cup lay on its side near his chair. Vanessa, however, stayed kneeling between his legs with napkins in her hand, slow enough to make innocence look staged."Nora," she said sweetly, "you really should knock. Damian didn't invite you in."She did not get to finish."Get out," Damian said.Vanessa blinked. "I was only helping you clean up.""I said get out."He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. Vanessa rose with humiliation pinched tight across her face, shot me one razor-thin look, and left the office.The door closed. For a second, all I could smell was coffee, leather, and the cool cedar of Damian's cologne.I placed the folder on his desk. "Here are the revisions from last night."Damian watched me carefully, as if he was waiting for the damage to land.I was annoyed, yes, but not because I believed Vanessa's little perf
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