But the mood was over. Her eyes said as much.
Pushing from the desk, he stood and helped her stand, as well.
“That didn’t take long, did it?” Vicky asked as she walked into the office.
“No,” Daman said rather quickly. Imani just nodded her head in agreement.
Vicky stopped in her tracks and looked back and forth from Daman to Imani, understandably curious about the difference in their demeanors.
“Are you two okay?” Vicky asked.
“We’re fine,” Imani answered as she went back to gather her belongings.
“Mmm, hmm. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know,” Vicky said, pointing her finger and eyeing them both. “But I’m good at pretending so I’ll act like I didn’t walk in on anything.”
Imani smiled at Vicky’s comment as she picked up her things. Daman followed suit, choosing not to say anything, either.
* * *
The drive back to the hotel was quiet. Imani knew they were each caught up in their thoughts about the kiss they almost shared. As Daman accompanied her to her hotel room door, she fumbled with the key card. Positioning himself directly behind her, he placed his hand over hers to help guide the card slowly into the slot. The act was incredibly erotic.
“Thank you,” she said as she opened her door.
“You’re welcome.”
As they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, Imani decided she had to make a move before he did. When they had been planning the gala, it was so easy being around him that she almost forgot she was on a mission to get the estate. But men like Daman always wanted to control the situation, and she needed to gain some ground.
“Would you like me to come in?”
“Yes.”
Imani walked into the room, kicking off her heels while taking the pins out of her hair. As she leaned down to open the bottom dresser drawer, she stopped. She’d thought Daman would make himself comfortable on the sofa. Instead, he was standing a couple feet away from her, his eyes watching her every move. He was giving her that half smirk again—the one she found so sexy—and the temperature in the room rose fifty degrees.
“What are you thinking?”
He looked her up and down, and she wondered if he was ever going to answer. Then he zoned in on her feet. “This is my first time seeing your bare feet.”
Imani glanced down at her feet, not understanding why that mattered. “Okay, what’s your point?”
“Well, your feet are perfectly pedicured. They look very...suckable.”
He licked his lips as he spoke, and she felt her breath leave her chest.
“I never took you for a foot man.”
“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me. But we can fix that.”
His statement caused her to blush, and she couldn’t think of a comeback soon enough. He must have sensed her discomfort, and to her relief, he changed the subject.
“I admire your dedication and drive. You can tell that the student volunteers really admire all the advice you were giving them on planning events.”
“Thanks. I admire your work ethic, too. I know you’ve planned events before, but considering it’s not your main source of business, I was very impressed with how much you know.”
For a brief moment, neither said anything. Imani was assessing Daman and she was pretty sure he was doing the same to her.
“Well, Miss Prim and Proper, I guess that means we have more in common than you thought. Imagine that.”
His tone was cocky, and her face went from genuine to defensive in a matter of seconds.
“I never thought that we didn’t have anything in common, but we do have different points of view on certain issues. You like to do things in your own time, and I like to get things done that need to get done. Our philosophies on life are different. Having a few similarities is to be expected. However, that doesn’t discount the number of differences we obviously have.”
Imani hated how he loved to rattle her nerves, and how easy she was making it for him to do that.
“We have plenty of similarities. But
Pushing from the desk, he stood and helped her stand, as well.
“That didn’t take long, did it?” Vicky asked as she walked into the office.
“No,” Daman said rather quickly. Imani just nodded her head in agreement.
Vicky stopped in her tracks and looked back and forth from Daman to Imani, understandably curious about the difference in their demeanors.
“Are you two okay?” Vicky asked.
“We’re fine,” Imani answered as she went back to gather her belongings.
“Mmm, hmm. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know,” Vicky said, pointing her finger and eyeing them both. “But I’m good at pretending so I’ll act like I didn’t walk in on anything.”
Imani smiled at Vicky’s comment as she picked up her things. Daman followed suit, choosing not to say anything, either.
* * *
The drive back to the hotel was quiet. Imani knew they were each caught up in their thoughts about the kiss they almost shared. As Daman accompanied her to her hotel room door, she fumbled with the key card. Positioning himself directly behind her, he placed his hand over hers to help guide the card slowly into the slot. The act was incredibly erotic.
“Thank you,” she said as she opened her door.
“You’re welcome.”
As they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, Imani decided she had to make a move before he did. When they had been planning the gala, it was so easy being around him that she almost forgot she was on a mission to get the estate. But men like Daman always wanted to control the situation, and she needed to gain some ground.
“Would you like me to come in?”
“Yes.”
Imani walked into the room, kicking off her heels while taking the pins out of her hair. As she leaned down to open the bottom dresser drawer, she stopped. She’d thought Daman would make himself comfortable on the sofa. Instead, he was standing a couple feet away from her, his eyes watching her every move. He was giving her that half smirk again—the one she found so sexy—and the temperature in the room rose fifty degrees.
“What are you thinking?”
He looked her up and down, and she wondered if he was ever going to answer. Then he zoned in on her feet. “This is my first time seeing your bare feet.”
Imani glanced down at her feet, not understanding why that mattered. “Okay, what’s your point?”
“Well, your feet are perfectly pedicured. They look very...suckable.”
He licked his lips as he spoke, and she felt her breath leave her chest.
“I never took you for a foot man.”
“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me. But we can fix that.”
His statement caused her to blush, and she couldn’t think of a comeback soon enough. He must have sensed her discomfort, and to her relief, he changed the subject.
“I admire your dedication and drive. You can tell that the student volunteers really admire all the advice you were giving them on planning events.”
“Thanks. I admire your work ethic, too. I know you’ve planned events before, but considering it’s not your main source of business, I was very impressed with how much you know.”
For a brief moment, neither said anything. Imani was assessing Daman and she was pretty sure he was doing the same to her.
“Well, Miss Prim and Proper, I guess that means we have more in common than you thought. Imagine that.”
His tone was cocky, and her face went from genuine to defensive in a matter of seconds.
“I never thought that we didn’t have anything in common, but we do have different points of view on certain issues. You like to do things in your own time, and I like to get things done that need to get done. Our philosophies on life are different. Having a few similarities is to be expected. However, that doesn’t discount the number of differences we obviously have.”
Imani hated how he loved to rattle her nerves, and how easy she was making it for him to do that.
“We have plenty of similarities. But
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