Olivia’s heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as an attendant led her up the grand staircase. At the top, she stopped in front of a fancy door, looking back with a grin, then placed her hand on the handle and smiled mischievously before opening it.
Her gaze fell at the man she came to see.
“Ready to see me… Luca?” she purred, letting her voice float into the room like a soft, dangerous invitation.
From the far end of the room, Luca sat in an oversized armchair, a cigar balanced between his fingers.
He leaned back, raising an eyebrow as a thin cloud of smoke curled lazily around his face.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Olivia,” he said in a low, rough voice. “It’s Capo to you. But I'll pardon you for today. Now come sit and have lunch with me.”
Olivia walked across the room, s
