Damian by Jessica Wood Read Free Book Online

weakness for him—I knew that I liked him more than I should. There was a playful flirtatiousness about this man that was enduring, almost sweet—not at all creepy or off-putting. The fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous probably didn’t hurt either.
    But I also knew the type of guy Damian was. He was cocky. He was unbelievably hot, and girls threw themselves—along with their panties—at him. He was used to the attention and getting whatever and whomever he wanted. So I had no intentions of stroking his ego—it was big enough without my help.
    It had been about half an hour after Damian had ordered the sushi from a place down the street, and we found ourselves sitting on the hardwood floor in my empty living room. Right before the food arrived, Roger had showed up and unlocked my door. I had thanked him profusely, joking that I wouldn’t be locking myself out on a weekly basis. As Roger left, Damian had come up the stairs with the sushi that had just arrived and I had suggested we eat it at my place.
    “I guess we could have eaten at your place,” I said with a laugh as we sat on the hard floor and ate from the sushi containers that were also on the floor. The smell of fresh paint still lingered in the air.
    He also laughed. “Right, but as you put it, you didn’t want any funny business,” he reminded me, echoing my previous words.
    “Well, with you, you just can’t be too careful,” I teased back. I looked over at him and he flashed me a heart-stopping smile. I felt my insides melt with delight. It almost felt like some drunk, delirious feeling had consumed my entire body, except this felt much, much better.
    I eyed him, studying his face. God, he is the most gorgeous man I’ve never seen, and I can’t believe he is sitting here, on the floor of my studio apartment, introducing me to sushi for the first time. I marveled at how amazing this turn of events was. Who would have thought that a girl like me, whose heart had been broken by the loss of both of her parents at age thirteen and then again just ten years later from being cheated on by her long-term boyfriend of four years, would be this happy by just sitting here with him?
    I caught myself hoping for something more from him, but the second I realized what I was hoping for, I stopped myself. He’s told you he’s only looking for a good time. You’ll just get hurt if you want more from him.
    “So how do you like it?” he asked as he motioned towards the California Roll on my fork.
    “It’s pretty good,” I admitted. “Who knew raw fish could taste this good?”
    He shook his head and chuckled to himself.
    “What?” I asked defensively. I didn’t like to be laughed at, and I wasn’t going to let Damian get away with laughing at me just because he was jaw-dropping hot.
    “Well, there’s actually no raw fish in a California Roll. It’s kind of a basic starter roll for those who are trying out sushi for the first time.”
    “Oh.” I felt my cheeks flush.
    “It’s cool. I made the same mistake when I first started eating sushi,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Here, try this one.” He used his chopsticks to grab a piece of sushi from one of the other containers.
    “What is it?” I tried my best to not show my hesitation.
    “It’s a spicy tuna roll. It’s really good.” He held the spicy tuna in front of me.
    I glanced at it skeptically and then at Damian, who looked backed at me encouragingly. Shit, I’m about to eat raw fish for a man I barely know. That can’t be good.
    I opened my mouth and he fed me with his chopsticks, our eyes locking onto one another. I felt the electric tension between us grow. Fuck, is it just me or is eating sushi pretty fucking hot?
    “Mmm, this is really good. Huh! Not bad at all,” I said after I swallowed the piece of sushi, and to my surprise, I was telling the truth.
    Damian snickered. “You sound like I was feeding you worms or something.”
    “Well, I was expecting something slimy, so