'CEO of Commissioned Club. Also known as the Devil.'
She let out a long, tired sigh and leaned back against the seat. Of course. Of course everyone knew the Devil.
"How…" She shook her head. "Why?"
Luca shrugged, turning the wheel with casual ease. "I think you underestimated how good-looking I am. Women tend not to look past that."
She studied him from the side. "You don't seem to care about the evil things you do."
"I love what I do, Bambola. I don't really care what anyone else thinks."
The car slowed as massive wrought-iron gates rose ahead of them. Two security men stepped forward, scanning the vehicle before waving them through. The gates opened soundlessly.
Vee's jaw dropped.
Inside was another world entirely. Long, sweeping driveways curved through manicured gardens lit by soft ground lights. Water features glimmered. The house itself loomed ahead, modern stone and glass.
"You're drooling," Luca said lightly.
She snapped her mouth shut. "I am not."
