She sat up slowly, the ache between her thighs reminding her that last night had not been a dream. Her face flushed crimson at the memory.
And now… he was gone.
Across town, Alessandro sat at the back of his black limousine, the windows tinted, the leather interior cool and silent. His men rode in silence ahead of him, heads bowed, phones in hand, waiting for the meeting that was supposed to happen in less than twenty minutes.
But Alessandro wasn’t thinking about business.
He leaned back against the seat, a hand resting on his thigh, the other at his lips, his mind a million miles away from the city streets they cruised through.
His thoughts were with her.
Rosé.
Her voice. Her skin. Her wide, startled eyes. The sound of her breath catching beneath him. The way she clung to him like
