Sophia's POV
The silence in the office was suffocating. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, I could see employees moving through the corridors, their conversations a distant hum that reminded me how exposed we were. Anyone could look in and see what was happening. Anyone could witness my humiliation.
Ten minutes.
The timer on Vito's desk seemed to tick louder with each passing second, each sound like a hammer blow against my already shattered composure. I stood there, paralyzed by the impossibility of what he was asking me to do.
How does someone even begin something like this?
I'd never been the seductive type. Never owned lingerie that wasn't purely functional, never learned the art of sultry looks or deliberate movements. Michael had been my only real relationship, and even t
