Damien was in the office, dark hair rumpled, a glower fixed firmly on his usually grumpy face. He looked up at Esme as she went in, and his jaw sagged.

　　"What the bloody hell happened to you?" he asked in astonishment.

　　"I have a lunch date this afternoon," she said sweetly.

　　Damien's face suddenly wore a frown. "Who the fuck is he?" he blurted out, clenching his fist.

　　Esme burst into laughter seeing how protective Damien was of her. "Easy ...