Sienna discovered Luca Moretti did not understand the concept of normal entrances. Specifically because normal people did not appear outside tiny Monaco apartments at eleven thirty at night carrying takeaway pasta from a restaurant with a six-month waiting list while looking like a heartbreak lawsuit in a charcoal coat. Billionaires apparently operated under completely different social rules.
“What are you doing here?”
Luca looked up from where he leaned casually against his car parked illegally outside her building.
“That’s a hostile greeting.”
“It’s nearly midnight.”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
Sienna blinked once.
“I ignored you for forty minutes.”
“Yes.”
Like that explained everything.
Rain drizzled softly across the narrow Monaco street while Luca stood beneath the g
