“Are you actually suggesting that I would harm a project that now bears my name simply to get back at you?”

Damien takes a single step toward Jackson. “I know my own mind. I know my own code, and I know how I value my work and what I have built over the years. But I know very little about you, Mr. Steele. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now. But if it turns out that you’re behind this, I promise I will bury you.”

“Understood,” Jackson says.

He turns to leave, and I move to follow. Because right then, I want to know what’s inside Jackson’s head.

“Stay,” Damien says.

Jackson catches my eye, nods a brief acknowledgment, then strides out the door with the cool and calm demeanor of a man who doesn’t have a care in the world.

“What did you notice?” Damien asks me the moment the door shuts.

I force myself to stand up straight and not panic. “He never denied it.”

“No,” Damien says as he takes a seat behind his desk. “He didn’t.”

“What does that mean?” I ask, afraid that I already know.

Damien surprises me by shaking his head just slightly. “Might mean nothing.” He meets my eyes. “If I’d been in his position I wouldn’t admit or deny anything, either. Why give some fucker who’s put you on the spot the satisfaction?”

I exhale, then sag a bit in relief. “I see.” My relief is short-lived, however, when I remember the one thing that Damien still does not know—the memory card that Jackson took from the island. I think of it—and feel anger and betrayal boil in my gut.

“But I’ll keep my eye on him and the project. He’s in a unique position to cause some real hurt. You should keep an eye out, too,” he adds, and something in his voice suggests that it’s not hurt to the company he means, but to me.

I conjure a generic smile. “I will. Of course.” I take a half-step toward the door, eager to get out, but Damien halts me with his next words. “There’s something else you need to see.”

Something in his voice fills me with dread, and I turn back to him slowly. “What’s wrong?”

He nods toward the screen. The LA Scandal article disappears, replaced by a single photograph.

I swallow as my cheeks heat with mortification. It’s an image of me and Jackson locked in an embrace. And not a sweet end-of-a-movie-type kiss, either. No, this was when Jackson had grabbed me, pulling me close, practically fucking my mouth with his tongue. One hand is in my hair, the other starting to slide under the waistband of the yoga pants to tease my ass.

Just looking at the image makes me squirm—in embarrassment, yes, but also from the memory.

“Mr. Stark,” I say, then have to clear my throat because that came out way too high and squeaky. “I’m—”

I give up, not sure if I should start by apologizing for being caught on tape or for being unprofessional. And not entirely sure how to phrase either.

“Sit down.”

I sit. Legs together, hands in my lap, eyes down.

“Look at me.”

I draw in a breath and lift my head, prepared for whatever lashing he’s about to dole out. But where I expect to see retribution on his face, I see only concern. “You’re not in trouble, Syl,” he says gently. “But I am worried.”

I feel myself relax immediately. “I didn’t think about the security cameras. And then when I remembered—well, I never thought that you—that anyone—would see that.” Not entirely true. I knew the guys in security would, but none of them would have sent the picture to Damien without telling me first.

“I doubt I would have had it not been for the Scandal story. I pulled the feed myself.”

“So this isn’t wide?” I realize only as I say the word that I’d been half-worried that this was fodder for some second LA Scandal story.

“As far as I know, no one’s seen it except me and Nikki. I found it at home. She was with me. I’m sorry about that.”

“No, it’s okay.” I run my fingers through my hair, not really sure how I feel about any of this other than horribly embarrassed and incredibly unprofessional. “You should know that—”

Once again I cut myself off. I’d been about to deny, but deny what? That Jackson and I are involved? We are. That it has nothing to do with the resort? It does.

Finally, I settle on the generic. “You should know that although I’m incredibly embarrassed that you’ve seen that, it doesn’t negatively impact the resort. Not my dedication to the project or Jackson’s.”

“I’m going to say this only once—I believe you. But if it turns out I’m wrong, I’ll take you off the resort and put Trent on it so fast your head will spin.”




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