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the floor towards her. Kiara froze on the spot as he pulled her against him and spread a lingering, intense kiss on her lips that had her immediately wet again. Her fingers brushed across his chest and abs, his pale skin a stark contrast against hers. Only her brain wanted to go, all of her body wanted to stay rooted in spot. Thankfully, it was he who broke the kiss, pulling away.
    “Damien.”
    “Right. Kiara.”
    “Pleasure to meet you.”
    “Likewise.”
    She cracked a smile, but as soon as he smiled back, she tore herself away from him. A second more and she would never go. When the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear him yelling after her with a chuckle in his voice.
    “Come back any time!”
    Of course something like that would only happen to her when she was a 5-hour flight away from being able to take him up on the offer.
     

CHAPTER TWO
    Kiara
     
    The cab ride downtown was blessedly short and uneventful. Kiara could hardly believe she could manage another complication anyway.
    “Gwyneth’s going to kill me. Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she murmured under her breath.
    “What was that, missy?” the cabby asked, quirking a brow at her in the rearview mirror.
    “Nothing! Sorry,” she uttered sheepishly, fixing her make-up in the small portable mirror as best as she could with the minimal supplies available to her.
    She’d forgotten that she wasn’t alone – her capacity to process fully concentrated on trying to brainstorm a way to look presentable after a night of heavy drinking and fucking. Last thing she needed was a crabby cabby leaving her stranded lord knows where. She only had a tube of lip-gloss and mascara in her purse, but they would have to do.
    A wet wipe cleaned off most of the blotchy make-up from the night before, and after she set her long luxurious hair in a tight bun, she looked almost presentable. If one was to ignore the shorter than sin dress, the fact that she was wearing no underwear and that her heels would have put most of the hookers in Lower East Side to shame.
    Kiara rushed into the impressive office building that housed Divinad Enterprises. She held her breath as the elevator took her up to one of the higher floors and fumbled through her introduction with a secretary, trying to explain why a woman who looked like she currently did should be admitted into the offices of one of the most prominent luxury brands in the world. This was not a good time to have a hangover. Still, at the back of her mind, a little voice kept telling her that it had been worth it.  What a man.
    She plastered a smile on her lip that was a lot more confident than she actually was as the secretary ushered her into the meeting room, where Gwyneth was already waiting. Kiara hadn’t even had a moment to admire the lavish interior decorations of Divinad, one of her favorite brands ever. She quickly forgot all about being awestruck and focused on looking befittingly ashamed instead.
    Kiara – looking like the most delectable trollop as she rolled into the room – visibly cringed as her prim and proper boss went ashen at the sight of her. Kiara sighed a small breath of relief as she had made it just barely in time, and none of the bigwigs they were supposed to present to were there yet. As soon as the door closed behind the secretary, Gwyneth was on her feet and wagging her finger in front of Kiara’s face.
    “Oh my GOD! Where the hell were you! I’ve been calling and texting you all night! I thought you’d fallen off the Brooklyn Bridge or something.”
    Then, she took a step back, and Kiara mustered the most apologetic of smiles as Gwyneth took a good long look at her. Kiara’s sparkly black party dress was perfect for charming the pants off of handsome white collar twerps at the bar, but it certainly wasn’t the kind of attire one wore to the biggest presentation of her life at Divinad, the premiere luxury and jewelry brand in the country!
    “I hope you’re aware that you look like