The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 162: Between Coffee and Desire-1

The bathroom door opened softly.

Steam drifted out first, curling into the cooler air of the bedroom, followed by Maya-wrapped in a plush robe, hair damp and loose around her shoulders. Her skin still glowed from the heat of the shower, her nerves soothed but not entirely quiet.

Damien stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear.

“…make sure it stays contained,” he said, voice low, even.

Maya slowed instinctively, pausing just inside the room. She knew that tone now-the one stripped of warmth, honed down to precision. It wasn’t cold. It was controlled.

Their eyes met.

The change in him was immediate. The edge in his expression softened, something private slipping back into place. He ended the call without ceremony, sliding the phone into his pocket as she turned toward the walk-in closet.

She was reaching into her suitcase when strong, familiar arms wrapped around her from

behind.

Warmth pressed into her back. His breath brushed the sensitive skin at her neck, sending a shiver through her-sharp and electric, a reaction she was already learning to recognize as uniquely Damien. Comfortable. Grounding. Safe.

“Mmm,” he murmured, voice low, almost indulgent. “I really love how you smell. It’s addicting.

She smiled, resting her hands over his arms, fingers curling into him. A soft laugh escaped

her.

“My body wash is probably cheaper than your coffee,” she teased. “See? Cheap stuff isn’t always bad.”

His quiet chuckle vibrated against her skin as he held her a second longer, unhurried-like the world could wait just a little more.

“I never said cheap was bad,” he murmured, brushing his lips along the curve of her shoulder. “It all depends on who’s using it.”

His arms tightened just enough to make her melt. “And you,” he murmured, low and commanding, “you make everything more valuable than anything money could ever buy.”

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Maya chuckled, shaking her head, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, Romeo… let me get dressed. I don’t want to keep your mom waiting. And… I’m starving. Breakfast sounds perfect.”

Her fingers lingered on his chest for just a heartbeat, and his grin curved-possessive, amused, undeniably Damien.

His dark gaze held hers, sharp yet fleetingly soft, a flicker of relief passing through the storm behind his eyes. He leaned in, brushing a deliberate, feather-light kiss against her temple, his hand settling warm and steady at her waist.

“Good idea,” he murmured, voice low, deliberate, laced with that unshakable heat that made her knees weak. “Otherwise… I might be tempted to have a very different kind of breakfast

first.”

A shiver ran through her. “A… different breakfast, hmm?” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless, already imagining exactly what he meant.

His lips curved into a dangerous, knowing smirk. “Exactly,” he murmured, each word dripping with heat. “We might just have to skip breakfast entirely… and probably lunch too.”

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