•65•On The Left Foot

As soon as Skylar closed the door behind her, the growl of frustration that'd been stuck in Luca's throat finally pushed itself out. Glancing at the resignation letter she'd left in his palm, he tossed it aside violently, not giving a damn where it landed.

How did she do it? How did she manage to make his body respond as ferociously as it always did to her three years ago.

Because while she was in front of him, especially so close, it'd taken everything inside him to not wrap his arms around her and ravish her mouth. The muscles in his body ached from all the effort it'd taken for him to keep his arms to himself.

That luscious body that he knew so well. Even though he noticed that she'd added on a bit of weight, that only went on to accentuate her curves perfectly. Tearing his eyes off of her hips earlier during the board meeting had been such a chore.

And she still had that vanilla essence about her that'd invaded his nostrils and memories immediately, reminding him of long, passionat