Alessia Mancini
I watched Giovanni leave, my heart racing despite my best efforts to stay calm. His presence was like a gravitational force, pulling me in even as every logical part of my brain screamed to resist. I turned back to my computer screen, trying to focus on the numbers and charts, but his lingering cologne and the echo of his voice kept distracting me.
"Get it together, Alessia," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples. The sun streaming through the window felt too warm, my skin prickling with awareness.
I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me each time Giovanni appeared at my door. His dark eyes raking over me, the way he filled the room with his presence – it was intoxicating. But it was also incredibly dangerous.
"He kidnapped you," I reminded myself firmly, fing
