ROSETTE’S POV
The please undid me. Zavien Giordani didn’t say please. He didn’t ask for anything. He took what he wanted and dared the world to stop him.
But he was asking me. For five more minutes of my time. Five more minutes of being something other than the person everyone needed me to be.
The phone stopped buzzing.
“Five minutes,” I said. “And then I’m checking that message.”
“Deal.”
He kissed me again, softer this time, and I let myself sink into it. Let myself forget about quarterly reports and board meetings and all the weight I carried every single day.
For five minutes, I was just Rosette. Just his.
It was terrifying how good that felt.
When the five minutes were up, he let me check the phone. Three missed calls from Luther, but no emergency texts, which meant it could w
