My Godfather's Secret Lover
His gaze swept down her body, taking in the curves hidden beneath her silk blouse and tailored trousers.
"You've grown, Vivian," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a dark, unspoken intensity. "You are the image of your mother, yet... entirely your own."
"I came because of the letter, Arthur," Vivian said, trying to anchor herself to the professional distance she desperately needed. "You said you found my father’s lost journal. The one containing the catalog of the Medici collection."
"Indeed," Arthur said, turning to lead her deeper into the manor. "But the journal is encrypted. Your father left the key with you, whether you know it or not. We have much to discuss. But