Leo's POV
I never thought a woman could shake the devil in me, but Alessia? That woman was a walking sin and salvation wrapped in one tight f*****g package. She looked at me like I was the devil, but the way she moaned my name last night? She loved dancing with the devil.
I’d be damned if I let anyone else touch what’s mine.
I left the penthouse with the scent of her skin still on me and the image of her gasping my name carved into my head like a goddamn tattoo. She had no idea what she was doing to me, or maybe she did—that little minx. Either way, I made sure she couldn’t walk straight before I left. That was the only kind of goodbye a man like me knew.
When I got to the office, everything was already set up. My secretary, Clarissa, came in with her usual tight skirt and fake smile,
