Anya arrived at the designated meeting place, a sleek, modern café. She had chosen the location carefully, a neutral ground where she could maintain control. Damien, as always, was punctual. He sat in a corner booth, his expression impassive. Yet, as he watched Anya approach, his heart quickened.
She was even more beautiful in person. Her dark hair, sleek and straight, framed her face perfectly. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, held a world of secrets. And her lips, full and inviting, curved into a knowing smile.
"You're late," he said, his voice flat, though his heart raced.
Anya shrugged. "Is punctuality really that important? Or is it simply a facade, a way to maintain control?"
Damien was taken aback. He had expected a different reaction, a more submissive one. But Anya was different. She was sharp, witty, and unafraid to challenge him.
"You're quite the one, aren't you?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I'm simply being honest," Anya said. "I don't believe in playing games, Damien. I prefer to deal in facts."
Damien nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. "Perhaps you're right."
As they discussed the terms of their arrangement, Damien couldn't help but be drawn to her. Her intelligence, her wit, her unwavering self-confidence - it was all intoxicating. He had never met a woman like her, a woman who could challenge him, who could make him feel alive.
But he knew he couldn't let his guard down. He had to remember why they were here. This was a business arrangement, nothing more. He would not allow himself to be swayed by emotion. Still, as he watched her, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held.