CHAPTER 37 FLOWERS & BUTTERFLIES

The toy.

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I soaked myself in the bath after a full body scrub, ensuring my skin was glowing and soft. Emerging, I rummaged through my luggage for something seductive yet subtle. Damon is a very stubborn man, and if he sensed my intentions, he would resist. I settled on a mini skirt and a crop top.

In front of the mirror, I adjusted my cleavage to be more pronounced and sprayed my body mist—its vanilla and rosy scent filled the room. I lined my lips and applied a glossy sheen, then tousled my hair just enough to give it a sultry touch.

Standing outside his door, I reminded myself: the goal was to seduce him, not the other way around, and to seek forgiveness, not for him to come back. “House over the garden,” I said to myself before opening the door.

My eyes widened, and my goals slipped away as I saw him. He had just showered, his hair slicked back, not a strand falling to compete with his piercing eyes. I froze, my gaze trailing down his masterpiece of a body, from his broad chest