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When I finally turn to the desk where he’s perched on, I’m met with the teal eyes of Rome Donovan. His eyes are partly light brown, and the other half a blue-green that reminds me of a lake. It’s alluring, pulling me in as if there’s an invisible cord tugging me closer.

The effect of him, of his aura, surrounds me, grips me in its feral claws, and I know why so many women fall for him or even drop their panties for him. He emanates sensuality like a cologne.

“Mr. Donovan.” I nod, offering him a smile as I step farther into his domain. This is his kingdom. He rules it. There’s no question about it. “Thank you for meeting with me today,” I say, offering my hand, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the jolt of electricity that shoots all the way down to my toes.

“Anything for a beautiful lady,” he coos in a thick British accent. His voice is husky, causing goosebumps to rise up over my whole body. His large, probably six-foot frame towers over me, and I’m tempted to hide in his warmth. His eyes shimmer with mischief, and I can’t help a small smile from playing on my lips. For a moment, I forget who I am and why I’m here. “How can I make you smile today, Ms. Rossi?” he says, breaking the spell. His boyish charm and masculine confidence hold my attention more than I care for.

Inhaling a deep breath, I respond, hoping to sound confident. It’s been far too long since a man has paid me attention the way he is, and it’s knocking me off my game.

“I’m here to purchase the building on Chestnut Street. It’s vacant at the moment, I have the money, and I’d like to have the papers drawn up as soon as possible.” When I stop for a breath, I realize I’m rambling. I’m talking too fast, and the pitch in my tone is evidence that he’s affected me.

“Easy, darling.” He chuckles, walking back to his desk, offering me a view of his ass and the way those dark slacks seem to mold to his muscular thighs. Jesus. I need to get my head checked. He gestures to the chair opposite his desk. “Sit. Let’s talk.”

Chapter 4

Rome

I’m enamored.

The woman who’s settling herself in the chair opposite me is incredible. Yes, I’ve been attracted to many women. Beauties from all over the world. But there’s something about Ms. Rossi that makes me want to know more. Learn more.

Her eyes are the color of an ocean amid a thunderous storm—grey and blue—hues of sadness. However, there’s a spark in them; it dances with emotion I’d love to see her unleash fully. My cock thickens. It’s painfully hard as I watch her chest rise and fall with quick breaths. I noticed how she shivered when my hand touched hers.

I affect her.

And that’s all I need to make my play.

“The building you’re wanting is not for sale anymore,” I tell her, causing her to pin me with an icy glare. Fuck, she’s stunning. Even when she’s angry, she’s exquisite. And that makes me even harder.

“What do you mean? The sign on the—”

“It’s not for sale, because I’m pulling it off the market. Something’s come up, and I’ve decided to purchase it myself.” Her eyes glow, like a candle’s been lit behind the blue glass, and she’s about to burn me to ash.

“It was for sale less than twenty-four hours ago. When exactly did you decide this?” she retorts hotly, pushing up from the chair. Her curves are hugged by a black dress that seems to be molded to her frame. Her tits, those incredibly luscious-looking globes, taunt me from the low neckline, and I have to shift in my chair to adjust my dick that’s now solid-fucking steel.

Lifting my arm, I push the sleeve of my crisp white shirt up and cast a quick glance at my watch. The silver Rolex shimmers from my wrist. I trail my gaze back up to meet her tormented glare and offer a smirk before replying, “About ten minutes ago when you walked in here and told me you wanted it.” Leaning back, I watch as fire explodes in her beautiful eyes. Her lips, full and bright red, cause my dick to jolt. I’d love to see her lipstick ring around the base of my cock.

“Mr. Donovan, be reasonable. There are plenty more buildings for you to plunder,” she says, softening her tone. Her choice of words have me chuckling. This fucking woman is going to be my end.

“Ms. Rossi, trust me, there are many other things I’d prefer to plunder right now, and a building isn’t one of them.” Her cheeks darken with a rosy hue at my innuendo, but is gone as swiftly as it appeared, and the ice princess is back.

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