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could either get upset, or decide to let it go.
 You weren t half bad, she mocked him.
His brows furrowed as he looked at her. She could tell he was trying to decide if she was taunting
him, or if she really felt that way.
 Not half bad? Well, I guess I ll just have to do it better this time, he said with a smile before his
mouth descended on hers.
By the time they found their clothes in the dark and made their way to the car, Sierra was
practically frozen and could barely walk, but it was certainly the most exciting trip she d ever had to
a park.
Chapter Twenty
 Look, Damien, you ve proven that I want you. You ve shown me a world of emotions and
sensations I never even imagined existed before meeting you, Sierra started.
 Why do I get the feeling there s a but coming up? he asked, his tone wary.
  But&  Sierra paused,  This isn t a good idea. Yes, the sex is great, but I m in no way capable
of having a cheap affair followed by you discarding me like yesterday s trash.
 You think pretty little of me, obviously, he stated, his tone turning cold.
 It s not that I think little of you, it s that I know how men like you work.
The truth of what she said  his original intentions  stung as if she d slapped him across the face.
Had he not let his heart become involved, he certainly would ve discarded her without a second
thought. The reality was that he had let his heart complicate the matter. He enjoyed her company& her
laughter& her femininity. Her words stung, causing him to disguise the pain with the coldest chagrin.
Damien Whitfield was never denied.
They were silent for the rest of the drive to his house. Sierra looked weary as she followed him
inside his home.
He walked to his study with her slowly trailing behind. His first stop was his liquor cabinet. He
needed to soothe his wounded ego. After a shot of whiskey, which he hated, he could feel the effects
numbing the ache in his chest.
 What would you like to drink? He said, turning to her.
 I m fine, she answered as she nervously licked her lips.
He poured her a glass of red wine and walked over, handing her the glass. She lifted it to her lips
and automatically took a sip.
 This is ridiculous, Damien. The silent treatment isn t helping. You said you wanted to talk about
the work issue, then let s talk about it. I don t want to talk about the sex thing anymore.
 You work for me. What else is there to understand, he said as he crowded her personal space.
She backed up and sat down in one of his chairs.
 I don t know what my job is. It s still unclear as to why you even hired me, she said as she
stepped back.
 You re my assistant. Your job is to do whatever I need you to do, he reminded her.
 Well, if the job is to just sit around day in and out, I d rather resign, she said, her gaze meeting
his for the first time since the park.
 I have plenty of  hands on things you can do, Sierra, he said with a growl in his voice. He
slowly started approaching her again.
He watched as she finished her glass and nervously swallowed. He reached her chair and leaned
down, his hands gripping the wood arms on either side of her.
 I m not used to this kind of life, Damien. To tell you the truth, you frighten me, she whispered,
her breath hitching as he leaned closer to her.
 You re a smart woman, Sierra. You should be afraid. I want a lot from you, a lot more than I
originally planned, he said with a wicked smile.
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Panic washed through Sierra in waves. What if he tried taking more than she was capable of
giving? What did she have to give, anyway? She had nothing  nothing that would appeal to a man
like Damien. He may be amused by her for a short time, but then what? What happened when she was
half in love with him, and he was done playing? She wasn t afraid of him physically abusing her like
her father did, but she had a feeling that Damien could do far more damage to her heart in a short
amount of time, with nothing more than his words, than anything her father had ever done to her body,
with his fists.
She couldn t think when he was so close to her, his hot breath softly caressing her face, his scent
filling her nostrils, his body so temptingly near. She fought the desire to reach out and touch him, run
her fingers along his solid chest, trail her hand down his stomach, feel the bulge she knew was
present in his pants.
 Is this only a game? she finally asked.
He tensed as he shot up straight and began removing his jacket. The muscles in his shoulders
rippled beneath the thin linen shirt he was wearing. The man exuded agitation, causing a pang to tear
through her chest. It seemed he was playing a game. Until that moment, she didn t realize how badly
she d wanted him to tell her she meant something  anything other than a cheap lay. She quickly stood
from the chair, needing to pace to help sort out the annoying stir within her.
 What game are you playing, Damien? Is it a power struggle with my father? Did he wrong you in
some way? Is the whole point to humiliate me? If that s the case and you re seeking revenge on my
dad by hurting me, it won t work. He couldn t care less if you hurt me. You would ve been much
better off going for my sister, she said with bitterness.
Damien stilled and turned to look at her, as if assessing if her words were true or not. She held her
head high while she looked back. Let him think what he wanted. She was too tired of men using her to
care much at that point.
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