Cherise bit her lip and instinctively stepped back. Although she had a clear conscience, it was somewhat embarrassing and uncomfortable to be caught wishing for Damien to have an accident.
She was so nervous that she didn't even notice Damien referring to her as "Mrs. Lenoir" instead of the initial "Dr. Shaw."
Damien cornered her, pressing one hand against the wall and gripping her chin with the other, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Did I just hear you express a wish for me to have an accident, Mrs. Lenoir?"
Cherise pursed her lips and guiltily looked away. "You must have misheard."
"I doubt it." He smiled at her. "What kind of accident do you wish upon me, Mrs. Lenoir? A car crash? A fire? A flood? Or..."
He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and seductive. "Or should I 'accidentally' give in to pleasure with you right here?"
Cherise was speechless. How could this man let his carnal desires dictate his thoughts all the time?
But his words helped ease her tension. If he could joke at a time like this, it meant he wasn't angry...
Cherise took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I'm just frustrated that the two sisters are freeloading here. Furthermore..."
Rowena didn't save you three years ago! It was me!
Cherise couldn't get the words out because just as she was about to speak, Ursula's blood-curdling scream echoed from upstairs. "Weena!"
Both Cherise and Damien furrowed their brows downstairs.
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