Chapter 93 —How it hurt

Narrator:

Roxanne entered Roman's office with a smile that lit up her face. Her heels clicked firmly on the marble floor as she approached him as if she were walking down a catwalk.

“Did you send for me?” she asked, with a hint of restrained excitement that she made no attempt to hide.

Roman looked up from the papers he was pretending to read. He tilted his head slightly and gave her a half-smile that was enough to make Roxanne's heart beat faster.

“Yes,” he said in that deep voice that had always managed to disarm her. “I need you to review some reports from the gallery. I want to reorganize part of the collection, and you have a good eye for certain pieces.”

Roxanne blinked, surprised but delighted. She moved closer, to the edge of the desk, and rested her hands gently on the wood.

“I thought you didn't trust me with those things anymore,” she murmured, as if it were a reproach disguised as tenderness.

Roman shrugged with the calm of a predator weighing his ne