Thwack.
The sound of Aria's bare heel making direct, unforgiving contact with the most sensitive anatomy of a grown man echoed sharply through the cavernous parking garage.
For a fraction of a second, the entire world seemed to stop spinning.
All the oxygen violently left Damien's lungs.
Damien's golden eyes blew wide. His hands flew instinctively to his groin as his broad shoulders folded inward. Without a sound, the billionaire crashed to his knees on the cold concrete.
He pitched forward, pressing his forehead directly against the pavement, letting out a low, agonizingly breathless groan through gritted teeth.
Aria gasped, her hands flying up over her mouth when her brain finally caught up to her actions.
"Oh my god!" Aria shrieked, dropping to her knees right beside him on the asphalt. "Damien! I am so sorry! It was reflexes! I wasn't thinking!"
