Free Damek's Redemption: Legacy, Book 6 by N.J. Walters

so many layers to that question that Sonia wasn’t sure she wanted to answer it. She settled for simply nodding. Again, his lips quirked up at the corners in amusement, but he made no further comment as he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the door.
    The huge bouncer appeared from out of nowhere, his eyes raking over her before settling on Damek.
    “Byron, I will be out with Ms. Agostino until later.”
    The bouncer nodded. “I’ll take care of everything, boss. No worries.”
    “I never worry with you in charge.” Damek put pressure on the small of her back and guided her away from the club and down another corridor.
    “Where are we going?” It was dark and quiet, with only the faintest hint of noise from the club. She swallowed hard as they went deeper into the unknown depths of the building.
    “Back door. It’s easier for Jerome to bring the car around.”
    That made sense, but didn’t ease the butterflies swirling in her stomach. A door with a red neon sign that read EXIT came into view, and Sonia breathed a sigh of relief. Of course there was another entrance. There were probably several in a building this size, for fire regulations if nothing else. She had to get a grip on herself and her wild imagination.
    Damek paused in front of the door, drew out a pair of dark sunglasses and slid them on his face, covering his eyes. That gave her pause and made her wonder why he was wearing sunshades when it was early evening. Maybe he had sensitive eyes or maybe he didn’t want to be recognized. Both were legitimate reasons.
    The sun hadn’t gone down yet, she reminded herself. Vampires couldn’t be out in the sunlight, at least that was what everything she’d read indicated. Of course, there was a lot unknown about vampires. The young ones were usually wild at best and the older ones tended to keep to themselves.
    He punched the door open and hustled her outside. Thick gray clouds obscured the sun , giving the day a dark, dull appearance and making it seem later than it actually was. She glanced at Damek but his eyes were on the vehicle waiting for them.
    And what a vehicle it was. It wasn’t quite a stretch limo, but it was close. It was certainly much larger than a regular car. The door was open and a uniformed man stood waiting for them. As Damek spoke softly to the driver, Sonia slid onto buttery soft seats and breathed in the rich scent of the black leather. A privacy screen separated the driver from the passenger area. The windows were tinted dark but a dim light allowed her to see the interior.
    The door closed with a solid thunk, leaving her and Damek alone in the enclosed space. But to give him credit, he wasn’t crowding her. She caught a hint of sandalwood, most likely from his soap, and wanted to rub her nose against his neck. Probably not a good idea. Scratch that. Definitely not a good idea. Professional, she reminded herself. Be professional.
    “Would you like something to drink?” Damek interrupted her thoughts with his offer and she shook her head. She needed her wits about her if she was going to keep their dinner on an even keel. It would be far too easy to fall under this man’s seductive spell.
    “Are you sure?” He opened a mini fridge that was built into the area behind the driver’s seat. “There are both red and white wines or you could have some champagne.” He took out a bottle with Cristal written on the label. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but even she knew that name and it didn’t come cheap.
    Classical music was quietly being piped into the space through unseen speakers. She didn’t recognize it, but she wasn’t all that familiar with classical music. Classic rock and pop were more her speed. Whatever it was, it was soothing and romantic. She would have preferred a rousing march or something faster and louder, anything to disturb the cocoon of intimacy he was building around them.
    She might not have dated all that much, but she wasn’t stupid. She