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I stared at the lingerie and the note for almost twenty minutes.

My hands were shaking. My heart was racing. Part of me wanted to shove the whole box under my bed and pretend none of this was happening. But another part, the stubborn part — refused to let Damon think I was scared.

I was scared....terrified, actually.

But I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“Fine,” I whispered to myself. “You want proof? I’ll give you proof.”

I took off my robe and slowly put on the lingerie he sent me. The black lace was incredibly soft and expensive. The bra pushed my breasts up...