Chapter 125 Story Of O 2

　　Damian's POV -

　　As she knocked on the door, I answered immediately. I smiled, a dimple on one cheek flashing, and my gaze was drawn quickly to her mouth. "You look stunning." I commended. "Please come in." I held the door open for her, urging her to enter the apartment that consists of a tiny tiled foyer leading to a spacious vaulted-ceiling living room, two walls lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed with books and little works of ethnic art like the modern bronze sculpture, and South American pottery, modern furniture with deep neutral tones of chocolate brown, white, and everything being produced on a massive scale to match the apartment.

　　The lights were dim, and of course, I was wearing a mask. I motioned for her to take a seat on the gigantic L-shaped sofa. She sat on the edge, her back straight, anxiously attempting to keep her hands in her lap still.

　　"Your outfit really suits you. It looks perfect on you."