Chapter Seventeen
He was tiring of waiting around for an opportunity to seduce Sofia Amory. Grant moved through the Parisian night, his senses sharp, searching, searching for someone who looked like her. Someone he could f**k and pretend was her.
He found her in a nightclub and she easily fell for his charm – like they all did.
Except Sofia. The few times he had seen her since the gallery opening, she had been friendly but always kept him at a distance. That fucker Zacca was always around and now, he hadn’t seen Sofia at the apartment building in weeks. Maybe she had moved in with him?
He had taken to hanging around the gallery but she had been a no-show there too. Where the f**k was she?
He could feel the obsession with Sofia roiling around his gut, day and night. Tamara had seemingl
