The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 157

Dame OB Op Not Disturb-2

Chapter 78: Do Not Disturb-2

“Oh, and I like a man who makes sure those Hollywood pretty boys stay far away.”

Damien’s smirk deepened, eyes darkening with amusement and something more. “Good to know,” he murmured. “I might just fit that description perfectly.”

Maya arched a brow, lips curving in mock regret. “Is that right? Hmm… too bad.” She leaned in closer, gaze flicking to his mouth, then back up to his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood… but I’m already taken.”

His smile turned lazy, smug. “Is that so?”

She nodded slowly, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper that lingered like a secret

between them.

“Hopelessly. For this tall, dangerously attractive man who thinks growling at any other man within ten feet of me counts as subtle.”

Damien’s eyes darkened, the smirk on his lips sharpening. He leaned in until his mouth. brushed the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“Sweetheart, if you think that was me being subtle…” His voice dropped lower, rougher.

“Wait till you see how I stake my claim when no one’s watching.”

Maya’s breath hitched, heat rushing up her neck. Her mind blanked for half a second-just long enough for her to forget where they were, what time it was, and that there were still people within earshot.

She cleared her throat, eyes narrowing as she tried to muster a glare, but the pink rising in her cheeks gave her away.

“Okay, Mr. Blackwood,” she said, flustered but fighting a grin.

“Easy with the dramatics… or are you trying to make me swoon in front of the entire crew?”

He didn’t answer-just raised an eyebrow like that had been the plan all along.

Maya tilted her head, eyes glinting with quiet mischief as a slow smile curved her lips. Harper’s words echoed in her mind-Sometimes, us ladies have to take the initiative. Doesn’t mean you’re chasing him. It means you’re confident. Powerful. Sexy.

She met Damien’s gaze steadily, letting the unspoken challenge hang between them.

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She leaned in just enough for her voice to drop, sultry and teasing.

“Careful, Mr. Blackwood,” she murmured, voice soft but laced with something daring.

“If you look at me like that any longer,” she whispered, “I might start imagining what it would be like… if I let myself want more.”

Damien’s smirk faltered, his dark eyes locking on hers with an intensity that made her heart skip. For a moment, he was silent-caught somewhere between surprise and something deeper, something raw.

Then his voice came low and husky, barely more than a breath.

“More, huh?”

He leaned in closer, lips grazing her ear, the air between them crackling with electricity. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along her arm, sending a shiver up her spine.

“I’ve been imagining that for far too long,” he murmured, voice low and thick with longing.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted it to be real.”

Maya’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening. The gentle heat of his touch, the promise in his voice-it was more than she’d dared imagine.

She met his gaze, steady now, a secret smile playing at her lips.

“Maybe… you just have to wait a little longer.”

Damien’s laugh was soft, but there was a fire burning behind it.

“Waiting’s never been my strong suit.”

He closed the distance, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, their faces just inches apart. The world seemed to shrink until only the space between them remained-electric, charged, impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, Harper’s voice cut through the moment, light and full of mischief.

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