Vee crossed her arms, heart hammering. "I just need to talk to him," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady. "By myself this time. Last night I couldn't get my point across because it was a battle of wills and testosterone. Let me go alone and convince him."
Luca let out a short, humorless laugh. "Convince him?" He turned slowly, a smile curling at his lips that didn't touch his eyes. "Or do you want to resume your little fuck fest?"
Her brows shot up. "What? What do you—oh." Realization dawned. She stared at him, incredulous. "Luca?"
"What," he challenged.
"You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," he snapped immediately. "I'm furious. Did you not hear me? This is my sanctuary."
"Why are you yelling at me? If you didn't want problems, then you shouldn't have brought me here!"
