RAFAEL
I couldn’t focus.
The Kuroda merger documents sat untouched on my desk while my mind kept drifting back to her. Isabella Reyes. She was now walking around my office in fitted clothes that revealed every curve I had spent the weekend claiming in secret.
And she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
That single piece of information she had whispered to me earlier kept repeating in my head like a taunt. Every time she moved, I wondered if she could feel the fabric against her bare skin. Every time someone looked at her, I felt an irrational surge of possessiveness that unsettled me.
This is Isabella. Not Bella.
Bella belonged in my penthouse. Bella was for weekends, for silk robes and obedience. Isabella was supposed to remain the quiet, invisible assistant. But the lines were bl
