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And in that moment, Dimitri knew—the identity of the caller mattered.

A boyfriend?A lover?A family member?

Whoever it was, she didn’t want to answer.But she would.Because she had to.

And judging by the way her irritation pulsed just beneath the surface, she considered them incredibly selfish.

Chapter 5

Gisellerushedintoheroffice, shutting the door behind her quietly before pressing her back against it.

Her heart was pounding.

Hard.

She closed her eyes, willing her breath to slow, to push away the utterly ridiculous, wildly inappropriate thoughts racing through her head.

What the hell had just happened?

Dimitri De Luca was… everything.

He was the embodiment of every fantasy she had ever conjured about the kind of man she wanted.Powerful.Intense.A walking furnace of strength and control, wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit that barely contained the raw masculinity beneath.

And the way he looked at her…

She shivered, pressing her palms to the cool surface of the door, trying to rein in the heat sizzling through her veins.

Heaven help her, she’d wanted to move closer.To breathe him in.

And, for the love of everything sane, she had wanted tolickhim.

Like some kind of deranged lunatic, she had imagined leaning in, letting her fingers explore the bristled line of his jaw, her tongue tracing the curve of his lips just to see what he tasted like.

Like he was a dark, dangerous lollipop.

Her knees felt weak.

And it wasn’t just about attraction—it was much more than that.

She wanted to undo him.To make him lose control.To push him to the point where that perfect, collected composure of his cracked, and he was at her mercy.

She wanted to straddle him, explore the hard muscle underneath those expensive clothes, feel him tense under her touch.

She wanted to watch him come undone under her hands, to know that she had the power to shatter a man like Dimitri De Luca.

The thought sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Okay, pull yourself together, Giselle.

She inhaled deeply, forcing her thoughts to shift gears, to focus on anything other than mounting her boss in the middle of his ridiculously large office.

Her phone vibrated yet again, flashing a name across the screen.

Mom.

Giselle groaned, tilting her head back against the door.Of course.

Nothing could kill the rush of adrenaline quite like one of these calls.