Alpha Damon novel Chapter 95

Sienna:

The soft clinking of silverware and hushed murmurs of conversation filled the restaurant. It was quiet, elegant, the kind of place you’d never imagine walking into without a reservation or three weeks of planning.

And yet, here I was.

Sitting across from Damon Lockwood.

At a candlelit table. In a private corner. With a waiter who looked like he cost more than my entire wardrobe.

A place where I knew that I most likely did not belong, judging by my rank and everything that I’ve learned to live with.

It should have been uncomfortable.

But strangely… it wasn’t.

Maybe it was because I was with him that I felt like I belonged somehow, that the two of us could actually sit in a restaurant like this.

I stirred my drink slowly, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass as I watched him from across the table. He hadn’t said much since we sat down, but I could tell something was on his mind.

“What is this about, Damon?” I asked, breaking our silence. It was not an uncomfortable 1 though, but I also wanted to know what was on his mind. “What is all this about the two of us right now? You coming to work today? What’s it about?”

He glanced up from his glass of bourbon, his green eyes settling on me. Calm. Unreadable. But softer than I remembered them being.

“What do you mean?”

I raised a brow. “Come on, Damon, I know you well enough to know that you don’t do anything without a reason. Do you really want me to believe that all of this is just coincidental? That it is a simple nice for the two of us to enjoy. The two of us of all people, you being with me, of all the women?”

He smirked slightly, then leaned back in his chair, fingers brushing over the rim of his glass.

My heart ached more than I wanted it to, but I did not respond, at least not right away.

Because he was right.

I would’ve said no.

Because I was scared to let myself enjoy something like this with him again.

Because when things felt this good… something always ruined it. And I did not want anything to ruin what I wanted to believe that we were having the special moments that we were having.

“I’m not trying to run, you know,” I said softly. “Nor am I trying to avoid you.”