Aurora was pinned against the tree, their bodies still pressed close—so close she could feel his warm breath. With a flushed face, she angrily turned her head aside, refusing to meet his gaze. It was as if one more look into those roguish, deep eyes would be enough to pull her under.
"Damien Wallace, stop playing games with me. I just want the video. Give it to me, and I'll agree to any demand you have, except for 'taking responsibility for you'. Let's stop all this pointless nonsense. The only thing between us can be a deal. Nothing more!"
A cold glint flashed in Aurora's eyes, which were filled with warning. "This is my final line. Damien Wallace, I don't know who you are, and I doubt you know who I am. Don't cross it. There's nothing in it for you. You'd be wise to take the offer while I'm still being civil."
