Nancy hesitated at the door, she didn't know what she was getting herself into but she needed this job. The bills were certainly not going to pay themselves. She exhaled loudly and made her way into the penthouse.

The penthouse was all sharp lines and quiet dominance—black marble floors, and the view of the city like he owned it. He might as well have.

“Close the door,” Damian said, his voice smooth, low, as though he had been waiting for her.

Nancy swallowed, obeying, the ...