Corporate Girlfriend

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had phrased it wrong. Damien made no obvious move, but his eyes hardened and darkened. He began walking toward me; I backed away in panic, my heart racing. He kept closing in until he had me cornered against the wall, both hands braced on either side of my head, looking down into my eyes. “You’ve got it completely wrong, little rabbit,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending a throb through my lower body. “You’re mine, and always have been. Don’t get it wrong.”