Seducing Luca Delvicchio
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to keep you from your… observations.”
“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Del Vicchio,” I said, turning to leave.
“Renee,” he called after me, his voice soft but arresting.
I paused, glancing back over my shoulder.
“You play this game well. But remember, every game has its rules.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t trust myself to. Instead, I stepped back inside, the noise of the party enveloping me once more.
But his words stayed with me, a challenge lingering in the cool night air.
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