Page 40 of Pandora's Pleasure
What the hell was happening?
Damien nudged Theo out of the way and reached in for me. “Come.”
I ignored his hand.
Surprisingly, Damien looked calm. “This is what an order looks like. Obey.”
Swallowing my doubt, I relented and let him take my hand to assist me out of the car. He led me towards a limo parked close by.
“I can make my own way,” I told him.
“In all honesty, I’m questioning your judgment on any decision right now.” Damien glanced back at Theo. “Tell her parents she’s with me.”
“Will do,” said Theo.
Damien opened the rear door of the limo. “In.”
He was too quick for the chauffeur, who appeared flustered that he’d failed to open the door for us.
“I’ve got it, Jacob,” Damien reassured him. “Home. Right away, please.”
Was he taking me to Foxhall Crescent? It was a place I’d never seen, but I’d heard it was his private home. Climbing into the back passenger seat, I noticed the privacy glass was already up.
“Are you dropping me off first?”
“When we’re seen together—” Damien climbed in beside me. “At least try to look happy about it.”
“I’ve been taught to show no reaction to anything either way,” I chided. “Hiding my emotions is what I do best.”
“You give resting bitch face a run for its money,” he muttered. “I know that.”
“I would have been very happy to be taken home by Theo.”
“Thank goodness it was him who approached you first, you naive brat.”
I bristled at his tone. “What are you talking about?”
He turned to face me, glaring, deep chestnut eyes burning an entirely new universe into mine.
A sigh found its way through my trembling lips. I wasn’t going to relent, wasn’t going to let him bully me.
I realized he was staring at the necklace.
“Explain,” he said quietly.
My hand snapped to the diamond key. “This?”
He gave a nod.
“I’m wearing it because I’m worthy.”
He looked unconvinced, those muscles along his jaw tensing with suppressed rage. “Have you any idea what that necklace means?”
“Go on, then. Tell me, Damien Godman.”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m going around in circles with you. I always do.”
“My feelings exactly. You always need to have the last word.”
