"I'm not one of your office sluts, Luca," she shot at him, chin lifted in defiance.
"No," he said easily. "They don't cost anywhere close to what you've cost me. Including the groin pain." His mouth twitched, a grin he didn't bother hiding.
Her eyes stayed hard. "So you're not just the devil. You're a creep too?"
He leaned over her, one hand braced on the headboard above her shoulder. The mattress dipped under his weight, trapping her in a pocket of heat. "You must admit," he murmured, "a very good-looking creep."
She hated the split second where her brain stalled, where the world narrowed to the blue of his eyes. They were unfair eyes. They peeled back layers you hadn't agreed to surrender. She swallowed, anger scrambling to cover the flicker of awareness.
Luca's gaze dipped openly, just enough to acknowledge the curve of her breasts beneath the halter bra top. The smirk returned.
"Is this what you plan on doing with me?" Vee asked sharply, clinging to the thread of her fury.
