Hazel got back to the counter, her mind still processing everything that happened only a moment ago. By any chance, did she imagine him? But why the f**k would she imagine him anyway. She was thinking about Damien and until he said it himself she didn't even remember his name.
"You work at my club. Of course, I would know you,"
His club? Champagne was his club? Since when? And how come she doesn't know about it? She has been there for the past two years. And even if he was, what was he doing here? What does he want with her? And how the hell did he find her here? Hazel realized that privacy no longer existed in New York City or her life for the matter. Damien knew everything about her, God knows how. And Richard knows she works here. Both are rich. Both are interested in her. Both are a
