CHAPTER 7 THE CEO AND THE DAMCERR

Claire woke with a start, the events of the night’s encounter with the strange CEO still haunting her dreams despite many days had passed and she had been with other men. She sat up in bed, her breath quickening as she clutched the sheets, trying to calm the erratic rhythm of her heart. She got up, heading towards the bathroom, her mind spinning as she recalled his touch, the way he had looked at her with those piercing, enigmatic eyes, as though he could see beyond the mask on her face. She shook her head, trying to force the memories away as she turned on the shower, the steaming hot water cascading down her body. But the thoughts persisted, insistent and alluring. As she dressed, her body still tingling from the warm water and the persistent memory of his touch, she chastised herself for being so unprofessional. “Get it together, Bianca,” she muttered to herself in the mirror, her eyes reflecting her own inner turmoil. “You’re a professional. You’re not some starry-eyed girl caug