Unmasked by Stefanie London

Author:Stefanie London
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-10T15:54:29+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LAINEY’S HEART THUNDERED like fists beating against drums as Damian led her from the restaurant. This was the moment she’d never dared to hope for—having him, without disguises or trickery. She might have said it was just sex, but her heart knew differently. With him it would always be more, even if she wouldn’t admit it aloud.

At least she knew Damian would look after her. He was exactly the kind of guy she’d always wanted but never chased. The kind who had his head screwed on properly, who made her feel boneless and tingly. He was the complete package, perfection in man form...well, except for his inability to loosen up. But she was going to help him with that.

His clear eyes searched her face, trying to figure her out as they walked along the boulevard. The night air was balmy against her bare arms and legs, doing little to cool the inferno inside. Focusing on the strength of his arm around her, Lainey put one foot in front of the other and concentrated on keeping her balance in her stilettos.

The world felt like it was spinning around her, due as much to the way reality had rushed back as to the drinks. They rounded the corner and walked through the doors of a fancy hotel. Damian’s face was hard, his mouth a slash across his movie star–handsome features. The hotel lobby gleamed, every surface polished and trimmed in gold. A heavy chandelier hung in the centre of the room, sending fractured light in all directions. Her eyes couldn’t focus for all the blinding, dazzling finery.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“You said you wanted to stay the night.”

Her stomach dropped. “You’re outsourcing me to a hotel?”

Heat crawled up her neck, blooming in her cheeks. So he was happy to fuck her but he wouldn’t take her back to his place? Had she really read him that poorly?

He raked a hand through his short, black-brown hair. “I’m taking you home.”

“Here?”

“Yes, here.” He steered her away from the reception desk and toward a set of gleaming elevators.

“I don’t understand.”

It didn’t make sense. Damian McKnight didn’t live in a hotel. She and Corinna had crashed at his apartment plenty of times. He had a glorious view of Southbank and the river, a coffee machine that made the perfect cappuccino, and a couch that was softer than the clouds in heaven. He had a home. A real one.

“I live here.” He sighed and jabbed the up button with his forefinger. “For the moment.”

“And you’ve been keeping it secret?”

“Not specifically.” His voice sounded brittle. “But Corinna knows I’m a private guy, in case you’re wondering why she didn’t tell you.”

Strange. It definitely sounded like there was a story there.

An elevator chimed and the doors slid open, beckoning them inside. Mirrored walls reflected her confusion as she searched Damian’s face. But he avoided her gaze, pressing the button for the top floor. Her ears popped as they rose higher and higher, the silence only broken by the chime that let them know they’d arrived.

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