Power tastes better when it’s earned.
And Luca Moretti had been starving all day.
He sat behind his office desk, long fingers wrapped around a crystal glass of still water, though what he wanted was something stronger. Something to burn.
Instead, he burned slowly with control.
Because across the floor, just barely in view, Jamie Ellis sat at his desk, pretending like nothing happened. Like Luca hadn’t backed him into a wall. Like Luca hadn’t whispered promises that would make most men drop to their knees.
He wasn’t angry. No, not angry. Luca didn’t get angry. In stead of going over the rails and getting angry at every single minute thing, Luca instead got interested.
And right now, Jamie was the most interesting thing in the building.
The boy barely looked up all morning. He kept hi
