DamonIt took every ounce of self-control not to return to that smug prick’s office and slug him in the face. I was doing my best to control that urge, but it was hard. I would have been outraged if he’d done that to anyone, but especially to my Phoebe.My…she wasn’t my anything. I had to give myself that harsh reminder, which made me clench my hands tighter around the wheel after we’d returned to the car. “Where would you like to eat?” My voice sounded stilted.She was already stiff and jerked upright at the question, seeming on-edge. I saw her from the corner of my eye and wanted to reach out to soothe her sore spots when she winced.“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach rumbled then.I turned slowly from the wheel to look at her, brow raised. “Really?”She flushed and looked away. “I’m sure you have things to do, and I need to get some rest before my shift tonight.”I frowned. “You can’t expect to be able to dance tonight?”She glared at me. “I’ll do what I must, Mr. Santos.”I realized he
PhoebeI stared at him for a long moment, rendered speechless. “You can’t. You didn’t want me last night.”He laughed. “I knew you remembered that.”I flushed and looked away, hastily selecting something from the menu and giving my order to Dana when she reappeared. She was a perfectly put-together blond woman in her late-thirties, though cosmetics took off a good ten years. Her evident tiredness added five more, but she was still sophisticated and beautiful. That was the kind of woman Damon should want.My eyes narrowed as I recalled her words. “Have you slept with her?” I grasped hold of his forearm when I asked.He winced, gently prying my nails from his skin. “I guess I’m not the only one with some jealousy issues.”I tossed my hair. “Don’t be absurd. I’m just curious.”He laughed. “Sure you are. I did though.”“Sleep with her?”“No sleeping involved, and it was a long time ago, but I was referring to last night. I did want you. I do. I was just trying to be a better man.”I slowl
PhoebeI stared at him in shock for a half a second before I nudged against him to let me out. “Move.”He frowned, not budging. “Calm down.”I shook my head, furious with him and whatever about me made him think I’d be okay with such a fucked-up request. “Get out of my way. Now!” My tone was a little shrill.Instead of moving, he grasped my hand under the table. “Just calm down and listen.”“I’d never do something so vile. What makes you think I’d ever have a child to hand over to a pedophile?”His eyes widened, and then his own cheeks flushed with anger. “That’s disgusting.” He glared down at me. “That wasn’t what I meant at all. I want a legacy. I have no family, and I don’t want a wife. I want to have a child in the near future, and you need help with your sister. We can both satisfy each other’s needs and have a good time doing it.”I was still glaring at him, but I calmed slightly. The surge of nausea burning up my throat subsided as I sat staring at him. “You just want to be a f
DamonI tried not to grin at her impatient air. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was anxious to get on to the conceiving part. “This is the last one.” I turned the contract to the final page. My attorney had prepared it, but I was presenting it to her privately in my office at my penthouse. It felt more informal that way, and I hoped less intimidating.I held my breath as she read the last page and signed with a flourish. When she handed it back, I signed too, and it was done. A fully executed contract, at least once my attorney notarized it, and our deal was officially beginning.She’d been staying with me for the last three days while my attorney drew up the contract, and I prepared all the things I’d promised. I’d sensed her impatience and patent disbelief at me keeping to myself, but I’d reminded myself it had to be in writing before we proceeded.It was now, and there was nothing to keep me from reaching out to pull her into my arms. “Let’s seal it a little less orthodoxica
PhoebeI was so nervous as he gently dropped me on his bed. I landed less than gracefully and started to scramble to close my legs. Before I could, Damon was on the bed between my thighs, his mouth sealing mine. I moaned against his tongue as it surged into my mouth. It was so hard to breathe, but not from lack of oxygen. Excitement and desire whirled inside me, until I felt on the precipice of fainting.Despite that, I struggled to pull him closer, wanting even more of his mouth. He indulged me for a moment before finally pulling free. He didn’t leave though. He just trailed his tongue across my cheek to my ear. He started to nibble on my lobe, and it was unbelievably arousing. How could one part of my body, not even a sexualized part, feel so amazing under his tongue? “Damon.” I shifted restlessly, needing something.He responded by taking my wrists and placing them above my head. He held them in one hand while he leisurely explored my ear and then my neck. When he left a wet trail
PhoebeI didn’t know what to expect the next morning. I woke up feeling awkward about everything, but I didn’t have a chance to reveal that. He was already gone. I smothered my disappointment and got out of his bed with a sigh. Moving through the adjoining door, currently unlocked, to the lady’s room, I took a quick shower and dressed in casual clothes.When I went downstairs, I smelled coffee. I assumed he’d just have the coffeemaker going automatically and would already be headed to work, so I was surprised to see him in the kitchen, preparing pancakes. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Uh, hi.” Suddenly, all I could think about was that his mouth had been pretty much everywhere all over my body, and he’d been inside me. How did I pretend to be blasé about that?He gave me a gentle smile, as though he understood. He patted the counter near where he cooked, indicating I should take a seat at the barstool. I did, still feeling shy. “It smells good.”“Thanks.” He nodded to an e
DamonI was so impatient to get home to Phoebe that I left work a half-hour early. Danny was clearly shocked, but he didn’t say anything. On the way out the door, I asked, “What’s in the immediate future?”He paused a moment to look at my calendar. “You have some meetings. Gianluca Santini wants to talk to you about doing business together. He’s invited you to come to his winery in Napa.”“That sounds perfect.” I nodded. “Make arrangements for me and a guest. Shift my schedule. Oh, wait…I need to check with Phoebe to make sure she can get away right now.”Danny’s jaw almost unhinged. “You’re asking a woman before setting your schedule?”I didn’t bother to explain. “I’ll call you with the greenlight in a bit.”“Sure, sir.” He seemed abashed, obviously worrying he’d overstepped his bounds.He was a good employee and as much of a friend as a subordinate could be, so I didn’t chastise him. I was cheerful as I left the office. My driver had me home in thirty minutes, which was impressive w
Phoebe“Wow.” I rolled off him and laid on my back. We’d just gone for round three, counting the car, and I was sore. He’d been rough and demanding the first time, and then he’d been gentle, as though making amends. The last time, he’d been thorough, leaving me exhausted, aching between my thighs, and already thinking about when we could do it again.He rolled onto his side and pulled me against him. “Wow?”“I had no idea it could be like that, over and over.” I buried my face against his chest, a little embarrassed by the admission and the topic. “If I had, maybe I’d have listened to Mandy and made more of an effort to start sooner.”He let out a little growl, turning over so I was pinned under him. “I’m glad you waited.”I looked up at him, feeling some annoyance at the possessiveness in his tone. “Why? You didn’t.”“True. It makes no sense, but there’s something hot about being your first. It makes me want to teach you all kinds of things.” As he said that, he traced the shape of m
Chapter Twenty-FivePhoebeTwo days later, I came back to the apartment late in the afternoon, having been out running a couple of errands and visiting with Tabitha. The personal nurse Damon had hired gave me a thorough accounting of practically every minute of Tabitha’s days. She might even be too efficient, but it was quickly obvious from her intricate tracking that Tabitha’s seizures had already reduced significantly. It could be a few more weeks before the VNS was at maximum efficiency, but it was definitely working.I could tell that for myself during the two hours I’d spent with her. During that time, she’d only had one short myoclonic seizure, and there had also been a possible absence seizure. That was better than before the VNS insertion.When I’d left for the day, Tabitha had looked me in the eye for just a brief second and said, “Bye.” It wasn’t much to a lot of people, but it meant the world to me. I still got teary-eyed just thinking about it. Of course, I was overly emot
DamonIt was late before I got Phoebe home that night. We’d waited until Tabitha was cleared by Dr. Hines to return to Berkshire. The ambulance I’d arranged had taken her back, and she’d been settled with a contracted private attendant who would monitor only her for the next few days. That had allowed Phoebe to finally leave Tabitha once her sister was cozy in her own bed, snuggling a toy cat she hugged like her life depended on it, and quickly drifted off to sleep, since she was still recovering from the anesthesia.Phoebe was looking tired too, so I settled her into bed before slipping away to deal with some of the business I’d dropped so hastily that morning. The information Danny had compiled was on my desk, but I couldn’t focus on it.Instead, I thought about Phoebe, who had been convinced she’d been selfish for taking some down time. Had we been? I didn’t know, but I didn’t think she could live her whole life in proximity to her sister for immediate emergency responses. If Carey
Chapter Twenty-ThreePhoebeI truly appreciated Damon’s wealth and power, and willingness to use it when necessary. Things happened quickly after he arrived at Berkshire. A private ambulance drew up not ten minutes past him, and I helped get Tabitha inside, riding with her. Damon hadn’t wasted any time, securing Tabitha a same-day appointment with one of the top neurologists in the country. Fortunately, Dr. Hines was a friend of his, and she was in our city.I sat with Tabitha in the ambulance and now in the office, holding her hand as she continued to seize off and on. I was so afraid it was too late, and I was angry with Mr. Casey for not telling me. I was also angry with myself for taking the time I had. I should have been here for her.I looked up when the door opened, but it was Damon, not the neurologist. I managed a wan smile, but I was too consumed with fear and self-loathing to give him the appreciation he truly deserved.He came to sit beside me, spending a moment introducin
PhoebeIt was strange and yet familiar to be back at Berkshire. I’d been there many times before, but never wearing designer clothes from Europe, with a tan I’d acquired on the Riviera. As I passed a visitor leaving, I recognized the name of her designer, recent knowledge I’d picked up in Paris when Damon arranged for me to have a private fashion showing of that designer’s current line. She nodded to me in recognition, though I doubted she’d have given me even a cursory glance before my makeover.It was unsettling to somehow be deemed more worthy wearing expensive clothes. I realized I carried myself differently too as I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrored walls when I entered the facility. I had a new confidence and easier way of walking. The weight of the world didn’t feel like it was pressing down on me so much now.I signed in and went straight to Tabitha’s room, but it was empty. I felt a moment of panic before remembering Damon had arranged for her to transfer to a nic
Chapter Twenty-OneDamonWe had a fabulous time on our sojourn in Europe. There wasn’t anything in particular that stood out as remarkably special, yet every moment of our trip felt incredible. I’d already been everywhere I took her, but it felt new and different through her eyes. I was reluctant to end our time together, but she had to get back to her sister, and Danny was going quietly crazy handling everything.When I got back to the office that day after nearly four weeks away, I was happy to be back in one way, but I couldn’t help wishing we were still on the French Riviera, or perhaps strolling through Rome. She’d loved the museums, but she’d also enjoyed the food. So had I, eating more than usual, but we’d managed to burn it off with our vigorous nighttime activities.I’d had her so many times, but I still wanted her again. It felt like a continuous need, and I had a new understanding of addiction. I was completely and helplessly addicted to Phoebe, so much so that I was contem
PhoebeWe spent that day and the next enjoying the winery, and then it was time for dinner with Uncle Theo and his current girlfriend. Damon obviously dreaded it, and truthfully, I was now too. Damon had said some disturbing things, and I was anxious to assure myself he’d imagined any perceived feelings that weren’t benign on Theo’s side.I wasn’t terribly reassured when we met for dinner, and I realized Ariel could be my twin, if she weren’t a decade older. Her hair was a shade lighter, and her eyes were darker green, so maybe it wasn’t a perfect likeness, but we looked enough alike to make me uneasy. Damon’s lips compressed, and he sent me a look I chose to ignore. I tried to be pleasant, and I soon learned Ariel was a nice woman. She flew Theo’s private plane, which impressed me, but it was still strange to see her looking so much like me each time I almost forgot and looked at her again.I tried not to view Theo differently, but somewhere mid-meal, I realized I was no longer calli
DamonWe’d dined in a private dining room downstairs, discussing a distribution deal throughout, though it hadn’t been all business conversation. Carlotta had more than once “accidentally” touched my thigh, and I kept moving away from her. By the end of breakfast, I was almost pressed against Gianluca, who’d seemed more amused than anything. He must have realized his sister was still stalking me.That was prey she’d never acquire, but I doubted she’d ever stop trying. Even when she’d been married for a while, she’d offered herself to me a week after her wedding. I’d brushed her off gently, but it had changed my impression of her. I’d liked her well enough until then, though I hadn’t desired her, but that had caused a fundamental shift in the way I saw her. I still enjoyed her company in a superficial way, but Gianluca was my true friend of the pair, and I’d never seek out Carlotta for anything on my own.We were passing the main dining room when Carlotta let out a shrill laugh. It was
PhoebeDamon was gone a few minutes before me, but we’d had early morning sex, and I was feeling relaxed and simultaneously excited about seeing Uncle Theo again. It promised to be a nice day, so I dressed in a sleeveless tunic and light capris before slipping on sandals. When I went downstairs, I was surprised to see a few people moving around, and some of them were already sharply dressed. Oh, well. This was kind of vacation, at least for me, and I wasn’t going to be a fashion plate every second.I went to the dining room, and the maître d’ was already there, which surprised me. It was the same one as last night. He hadn’t batted an eye when I came in on Damon’s arm, but by myself, he gave me a look and curled his nose. “The dining room is for guests only, miss.”I rolled my eyes as I flashed my room key. “I know.” With a curt smile, I slipped past him, easily spotting Theo. I was aware of the overbearing toad following behind me but ignored him as I sat down with Theo. “Hi.”Theo f
Chapter SeventeenPhoebeI regarded the dining room with wide-eyed wonder. I supposed I might reach a point where I was blasé about these experiences, but I was nowhere near that yet. I didn’t want to appear gauche, or completely without experience of any kind, so I managed not to gape in openmouthed wonder at the sight of a famous celebrity couple just two tables away. I pointedly didn’t look at them and tried to focus my attention on Damon and his friends.It was far easier than I’d expected to stop people-watching and just see Damon. Gianluca was a funny man around Damon’s age, but his sister was more aloof. Carlotta seemed to be the serious one, and she kept bringing the conversation back to business. It wasn’t exactly boring, but it wasn’t my specialty, and I didn’t understand most of what they discussed. I used it as an excuse to sit quietly and sip the wine that was so smooth I knew I could easily overindulge if I weren’t careful.After my third glass, rounding out the meal wit