Twisted Desire

Ginevra stormed toward her office angrily. The moment she stepped inside, she slammed the door shut and froze.

Dario was already there, leaning casually against her desk, his sleeves rolled up, a faint smirk played across his lips as if he’d been waiting for her.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled, a smile dancing on his face.

Ginevra’s pulse skipped, but she masked it with irritation. “You should