ROSETTE’S POV
I hadn’t slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hand on my thigh. Heard his voice, filthy and dark, promising things that made my skin burn.
Saw those intense gray eyes watching me like I was something to be devoured.
‘If I spread you out on this table right now and buried my face between your thighs, would you still pretend you don’t want me?’
I had tossed and turned until the sheets were tangled around my legs, my body throbbing with a hunger I couldn’t name.
My wolf had paced restlessly, whining, desperate for something I didn’t know how to give her.
So I had come to the office early. Before dawn. Before anyone else arrived. Hoping work would distract me from the inferno Zavien Giordani had lit under my skin.
It wasn’t working.
I sat at my desk, staring at
