Free Shattered Hart by Ella Fox

and a beautiful pair of Christian Louboutin Trottinette ankle boots.  I’ve styled my hair down in loose waves, but have pulled it back on one side and held in place with a jeweled clip.
    Opening the door to my suite, I smile when I see Damien there. Of course he’s the one that comes to pick me up.  He wouldn’t have let anyone else. I see it so much more clearly now.  He can’t stay away. 
    He lets out a whistle but then grimaces midway. “Alri ght, that was probably a little inappropriat e.  But honestly, I couldn’t help it.  You look ravishing.”
    “Aw thanks Damien.  That’s very sweet of you to say.”
    He smiles at me as I grab my handbag, and we make our way out of the suite to meet the family for dinner.  Once in the hall, I slide my arm through his as we make our way to the elevators.  It’s a fight not to smirk when I hear his harsh intake of breath as I touch him. 
    Dinner with the family is fun, as usual.  Spencer is in rare form tonight, and he’s performing for everyone.  He does spot on impressions of a bunch of celebrities, and he’s got us all in stitches for most of the meal.
    After di nner, we make our way outside of the restaurant and get into two limousines and head off to see a show at the Mirage. I've made sure to stick close to Damien without being obvious.  I'm trying to break his defenses down, not stalk him. 
    Luck was in my f avor tonight, because when Damien handed out our tickets for the show, my seat was right next to his .  Score!
    The rest of the evening passes in a happy blur, and before I know it we're back at the hotel.  Delilah and Dominique are itching to go clubbing, but after what happened last night, I want no parts of it.   I claim fatigue and beg off for the night, heading up to my suite to watch a movie.
    I was shocked when Damien came running up behind me while I was waiting for the elevator. 
    "Hey.  Are you okay?"
    I smiled at him and nodded.  "Yes, of course.  Don't tell the others, I just don't feel up to clubbing here after what happened last night."
    The flash of anger in his eyes is downright chilling, but thankfully he gets it quickly under control. 
    "I’ m so fucking sorry that I wasn't there last night sweetheart.  None of this ever would happened if I'd done what I should have and come with you.  I put you in jeopardy with my selfishness."
    Shoving at his chest, I glare at him.  "Stop it.  You aren't responsible for what happened.  I'm the one that got drunk and then made the bad choice of dancing with that fool."
    Just at that moment, the elevator gives a ping and the doors slide open.  Smiling up at Damien, I step inside.  "Have fun tonight.  I'll see you all in the morning."
    I startle when he steps in after me and presses the button for our floor.  Raising an eyebrow at my shocked expression, he stares at me for a moment.  "Seriously?   You really thought I was just going to leave you alone?  Obviously, I'm staying here with you.  How about we order some dessert from room service and watch a movie?"
    Normally I'd argue with him and point out that I'm not some hapless woman who can't be alone.  But right now, he's playing right into my hands by staying, so I'll be saying nothing.  The more time we spend together, the better.
    I force myself not to grin like an idiot and instead settle on what I hope is a normal smile.  "That sounds like fun.  Thank you."
    Once in my suite, we spend a few minutes looking at the room service menu and choosing desserts.   I choose a slice of chocolate cake and Damien orders a black and white milkshake.
    After the order is placed Damien runs to his room to change in to jeans and a t-shirt while I change in to a pair of emerald green silk boxer shorts and a tiny white midriff baring t-shirt, sans bra. 
    The look on his face when he comes back in to my suite is priceless.  There is nothing indecent about what I'm wearing, but now that I know that he's attracted to me, I know it's