SHE KEEPS HIM WANTING

DAMIAN’S POV

TWO WEEKS LATER

I had just gotten back from my tiresome two-day business trip to Las Vegas; it was a sight to behold, and it indeed was the city of casinos, also filled with hot women that were ready to go down anywhere you wanted it.

But my body just ached for rest, and my mind was all over the place. I barely got enough sleep on the jet; I just kept tossing and turning. Probably because I wasn’t used to the new jet yet.

I originally had requested a change of pilot when I landed in Vegas, because the last one reminded me of someone I wanted dead so badly, and I bought a new jet because I wanted a change of interior.

If not, I would have been home last night. But the jet got to Las Vegas this morning.

As I walked through the door, my cook, Mary, hurried over with a warm smile on her face. She was gifted with retentive memory and smart enough to remember all my preferences.

She had carefully prepared a cup of black coffee, just the way I liked it. It was like