Matteo’s POV
She stood there, wet and shaking, her camisole molded to every curve, her lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to say the one thing I shouldn’t.
And maybe I already had.
I’d pulled her out of the pool with my heart in my throat, driven by fury and panic, the kind I hadn’t felt since I was a boy watching my world fall apart without being able to stop it.
But the moment we got inside, everything changed.
Now it was just her.
Just Sarah.
And the terrifying realization that I couldn’t keep pretending she was just another assistant.
I helped her out of her soaked top, my hands careful, deliberate but every inch of exposed skin ignited something deeper, something darker. My fingers itched to trace the line of her spine, to rest on her waist and ho
