Hannah

I CLUTCH DAMIEN'S ARM, nerves pricking at me.

It's been two weeks since our weekend getaway at my family's farm,

and I've come to terms with the fact that what we did in that guesthouse was borderline unholy. And ever since, not only have we been doing it, we've been doing it often, with my wails growing louder in the penthouse each night.

But even more surprising than that is the way Damien has changed. His flirting has increased tenfold, but so have his smiles. It's almost like being with a newly reformed man, who doesn't have work and stress and duties crawling up his back like spiders.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," he purrs beside me. He's the calming presence between the two of us as we walk across the marble flooring. "You look stunning."

"I'm not nervous," I lie.

The Bass family estate is beyond immaculate.

The minute John dropped us off at the front porch, I spotted more Rolls-

Royces and other supercars than I could count. Nausea sweeps over me then, remembering how