Third pov
Kylie knew she was in trouble the second she walked into her father's study and found Roberto there instead. He was standing by the window, his big frame blocking most of the light, making him look like a dark shadow against the sunset. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were cold and hard, like ice.
"Miss Morgan," he said, using her last name in a way that always made her stomach do flips. "Just the person I wanted to see."
She tried to back up, to leave the room, but he was faster. Before she could blink, he was there, right in front of her, so close she could smell his cologne—something expensive and spicy that made her head spin a little.
"Your father hasn't been keeping what's his safe." The words came out soft, almost gentle, but Kylie could hear the threat hiding
