Damien didn't give a damn that you were married to an important man in the Bratva. In fact, he seemed to give a damn about everything, except for his apparent attraction to you and his beloved dogs. 

In each meeting, he was in charge of making very specific comments to you, not to embarrass you, although he enjoyed seeing your face blush or seeing how you rolled your eyes in annoyance, he did it to annoy your husband. He loved making your husband angry, and seemed to find excuses to fight with him, of course, so he could get him out of the way.

He hasn't stopped smiling at you or waving at you at the meeting, and every time you look back at him, he smiles cheekily at your husband. "How about an affair?" he whispers in your ear subtly, pretending to brush a hair off your shoulder, when all he wants is to touch you. 

You feel a shiver when his knuckles touch your neck, but you swallow hard to hide your nervousness. "Maybe if you're the last man alive, Damien," you respond barely. 

He smiles as if he were actually considering how to wipe out the entire male population in a snap of his fingers, finally, he smiles evilly at you. “I can make it happen,” he whispers, leaning into your ear.