ARIA'S POV - 12:25 PM
Aria stood in line at the café on the building's ground floor, her stomach in knots.
Lunch at my desk. Lock the door behind you.
She knew what that meant. Knew that "lunch" was code for another claiming session. Another round of his fingers inside her, his mouth on her skin, his commands making her fall apart.
Three times. They'd done this three times now, and it had only been a day and a half since he'd broken his month-long freeze.
"What can I get you?" the barista asked.
"Two Caesar salads. Dressing on the side." Damien's usual lunch order.
While she waited, her phone buzzed with a text from Mark
Hey! Group of us going to that new taco place for lunch. You in?
She typed back quickly.
Can't. Working lunch with Mr. Blackwood.
Again? Girl, you need to set boundaries. He's working you too hard.
It's fine. Important project.
If you say so. Rain check for Friday?
