A Bed Of Roses
She smoothed down her skirt and took a seat to Martinez's right, completely unbothered.
As the maids poured the coffee, Seraphina leaned back, her eyes locked onto Martinez’s face. "You know, seeing this dining room reminds me of that breathtaking villa we rented in Capri last summer, Martinez. Remember how we used to skip breakfast entirely because you couldn't keep your hands off my body?"
"Shut your mouth, Seraphina," Martinez barked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he cut his steak.
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