She entered the room. Dante was there, standing beside the bar, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal his well-defined torso.

Dante didn't move. He simply watched her with those eyes that seemed determined to devour her.

"You're late," he said.

"I arrived right on time, sir," Gala replied in a sensual voice.

Dante raised an eyebrow at her defiant response.

Gala slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips with a hypnotic rhythm. With every step, the movement of her body drew attenti