Page 2 of The Billionaire's Vow

The room nodded their approval, a few murmuring their satisfaction.Then, like well-trained soldiers, every pair of eyes turned tohim.

Dimitri barely kept from scowling.

Perfect.It was his turn to say something insightful.Something intelligent.Maybe even motivational.

Too bad he had no damn clue what the woman had just said.

Hethoughtshe had mentioned that profits were up.That was good.It meant things were running smoothly.But the only real fact he had absorbed—the only issue that had any real weight—was that this woman, the one currently staring at hischininstead of his eyes, wore lace-topped, thigh-high stockings.

And that she was lovely.

And that she was hiding something.

His irritation doubled.

Why the hell was she wearing that godawful skirt and jacket, drowning in fabric like some Victorian spinster, when he’dseenwhat lay underneath?He knew, with absolute certainty, that this woman had legs that should be insured for a million dollars.And yet, here she was, camouflaging herself like a damn nun trying to ward off temptation.

Was that her goal?To confuse him?To play innocent while walking around in lingerie underneath all that fabric?

Hell, maybe she was trying to make him lose his damn mind.

Even more intrigued, and significantly more aggravated, Dimitri nodded curtly.“Thank you.”

Obviously startled that he didn’t have any questions, the woman gathered up her files and notebook with efficient, practiced movements.But not before treating him to another view of that lush and amazing ass.

Then she returned to her seat against the wall, hiding herself from view again.

Dimitri inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away.

His executive team—all the best and brightest in the business—were waiting expectantly.Probably expecting him to say something brilliant.

Too bad his attention was still stuck on the woman who had just sat down.

Those silver-blue eyes held secrets.Important ones.Ones he needed to uncover.

And if there was one thing Dimitri De Luca despised, it wasnot knowing something.

Turning to his operations manager, he gave a sharp nod.“Take over for me.”

Then, without another word, he pushed back his chair and stood, leveling his gaze at the woman who had justwreckedhis concentration.

“We need to talk.”

Without waiting for a response, he strode out of the conference room.

Chapter 2

Startled,Gisellestoodandfollowed in silence, her stomach tightening with a mix of dread and… something else.Something inappropriate.

The owner of Sindate Corp was taller than she’d expected.

At five feet, six inches, Giselle was taller than most women, and in heels, she usually stood eye to eye with men in the corporate world.Butnotthis one.

Dimitri De Luca was a beast of a man, towering over her as he strode down the hallway with effortless power.And while height shouldn’t be something to fixate on, she found herself hyper-aware of just howlargehe was.His tailored dress shirt stretched over broad, powerful shoulders, emphasizing the sheer strength of him.

She should not be noticing this.

She should not be wondering how solid those shoulders were beneath the fine Italian wool.