~CAKE~
My heels clicked against the marble like I owned the damn hallway, which—technically—I guess I did now. Mrs. Vescari. It still sounded ridiculous in my head.
Half a billion euros I’d just dropped on a painting like it was a pair of Louboutins, and a husband who looked like he could start a war with a raised eyebrow.
And I had just walked out on him after saying the one thing guaranteed to get under his skin.
Bidding is fun. Especially with the enemy.
God, the look on his face.
I barely made it past the curve in the hallway before I heard footsteps behind me. Not the calm, measured kind Nico usually had. Faster. Purposeful.
My pulse kicked up.
Let him chase. I’d spent the whole night watching him watch me, pretending he wasn’t affected. Time to flip the script.
I slowed s
