"You have walked into the lion's cage and you expect me to let you go?
It doesn't work that way, Amelia," Lorenzo growled at the woman who had tormented his soul for the past week.
He watched her, his eyes fixated on everything about her.
Did she feel this, this intensity between them? From the very first day he met her, he'd been denying the fact that he was attracted to her.
Fury rushed through Lorenzo then, followed by a strong hit of lust.
These emotions were what he had always experienced whenever he faced Amelia. And he didn't like it one bit. Fury was fine, but lust was not.
Sometimes these emotions got so intense, he had to disappear for days.
He was thankful that work had kept him busy, and being busy had kept him sane, because he didn't have time to think about her luscious curves, or those amber Bambi eyes staring back at him so innocently.
Fuck innocent.
Amelia was no innocent. She was a siren, experienced in the art of seduction. Like right now.
