Morning sunlight spilled across Luca’s Milan penthouse while Sienna stood barefoot in his kitchen stealing strawberries directly from the expensive fruit arrangement someone had apparently delivered at sunrise because billionaires lived in a completely different tax bracket of reality.
“This is excessive,” she informed him.
Luca glanced up from his espresso machine.
“It’s fruit.”
“It’s arranged like a royal engagement announcement.”
“You’re suspicious of produce now?”
“I’m suspicious of your entire lifestyle.”
Luca laughed softly under his breath before sliding a coffee toward her across the marble island. Sienna took it carefully, trying not to acknowledge how domestic this had started feeling lately. Which was exactly why she’d developed a new coping mechanism. Flirting warfare. I
