Chapter 29

It had been a week since Daisy and Vincenzo returned to Italy. They went back to their normal work routine. That afternoon, Daisy sat at her desk, hunched over a report Vincenzo had asked her to complete before the end of the day. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She was grateful for the intensity of the task, the little distraction from the heat still lingering between her thighs whenever she thought of that night in the hotel. It had branded itself into her like a permanent scar, deliciously raw and unforgettable.

A gentle tap at the door to her office cubicle interrupted her concentration, followed by the soft, almost apologetic voice of the receptionist. “Miss Daisy? There’s someone here to see you. He said his name is Marco. He’s waiting in the parking lot.”

Daisy’s head snapped up, her fingers freezing mid-air above the keys. Marco?

Her brows knit in confusion. How on earth had he found her workplace? Vincenzo’s company wasn’t exactly the kind of place one could just drop by