ARIA'S POV - Tuesday Morning, 8:34 AM
Aria woke to the scent of fresh coffee. For a moment, she just lay there, wrapped in his expensive sheets, her body pleasantly sore from last night's lovemaking, and allowed herself to feel completely content.
Then reality crashed back in.
Two weeks.
In two weeks, she'd be meeting Richard Blackwood. Damien's grandfather. The man whose opinion mattered more than anyone else's.
Her stomach clenched with anxiety.
"Stop thinking so loudly," Damien's voice came from the doorway. "I can practically hear your anxiety from the kitchen."
She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, already dressed for work in charcoal slacks and a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He held two mugs of coffee, looking impossibly handsome and far too awake for this early.
"How do you know I'm anxious?"
