Damon’s POV

He stared at me.

I stared back.

I arched my eyebrows at him, wondering if we were going to have a stare battle all day and dared him to speak.

I cleared my throat, annoyed at his refusal to say a word.

“What are you doing here?” Hart hissed, low under his breath but I heard him.

I snorted at his words. “I didn't know that I needed your permission to be in my office.” I said, laying emphasis on how the office belonged to me.

His face reddened and he shuffled his feet ...