Lilian’s POV
“So, Brooklyn. That’s…quaint. What does a girl a with three million dollar price tag do for fun in the borough that smells like hot garage and hipsters? Dodge traffic?”
Dante DeLuca didn’t wait for an answer. He tossed a piece of rare stake into his mouth, chewing with a lazy arrogance that made my hackles rise. To my left, Alexander sat like a statue carved from tension and expensive fabric, radiating waves of heat that I could feel through the velvet of my dress. Across from me sat Lorenzo. The uncle. The shark.
He wasn’t eating. He was dissecting me.
“I work,” I said, forcing my hand to steady as I lifted my wine glass. The crystal was cold, a stark contrast to the feverish heat that was building under my skin. “Or I did. Before I became a ‘corporate asset’.”
Dante smi
