The Milan office was almost empty. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the glow of one desk lamp broke the silence. Priya sat at her desk, finishing the last of the reports, when the door opened.
Lorenzo Moretti stepped inside. Tall. Broad shoulders. Expensive black shirt rolled up to his forearms. Dark eyes locked on her like she was already naked.
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