Page 85 of Sinful Lies

“Get. Out.”

That rough, commanding voice—the way he had bitten out my name—sent heat curling between my legs. Almost made me want to drop to my knees and…

Focus, Jade.

I sighed dramatically, sprawling on the bed like a cat claiming the best spot in the sun.

“You’re the one inmyroom, Angelo,” I said, dragging his name out just to irritate him. “So why don’tyouleave? I’m sure there’s no shortage of women desperate for a taste of Mr. Stick-Up-My-Ass. Though, let’s be real, you’ve probably worked through half of them already?—”

“Jade!” he barked, his voice a mix of rage and… guarded desire.

A delightful cocktail of both.

For a moment, I swore I saw a vein twitch in his temple.

God, he was so easy to rile up—it was almost unfair.

“Relax, Lazzio. The butler probably gave you the wrong room.” I shrugged, sinking deeper into the bed. “You could call him and throw a fit, or, you know, just stay and enjoy the view. I am pretty irresistible, after all. I’ll try not to break you… too badly.”

His scowl deepened, and I had to bite back a laugh.

This was just too easy.

He grabbed the phone, dialing who-knows-who, while I stretched like a lazy cat, enjoying the show. I grabbed my bag, made my way to the bathroom, and locked the door behind me.

As I peeled off my clothes, I couldn’t stop the image of Lazzio’s body—those muscles, thatthickness—creeping into my mind.

Dammit, Jade!

I tried to focus on the water, but all I could think about was him.

I was inbigtrouble.

Three days of this? Oh, hell.

When I stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around me, hair braided, I was relieved to find the room blissfully empty.

Thank God. No sign of my boss with the permanent stick up his ass.

Smiling to myself, I let the towel drop without a care in the world, pulling out my black velvet nightdress—the one that barely grazed my thighs.

I slipped it on and collapsed onto the bed, letting the tension of the night finally slip away.

I slept like the dead until the sunlight barged in through the curtains I’d completely forgotten to close.

Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed, still half asleep, and stumbled across the suite. I made my way past the sofas to pull the curtains shut and?—

What the actual hell?

There was Lazzio, passed out on the world’s tiniest sofa, his ridiculously long legs dangling off the edge like a broken mannequin. His mouth was slightly open, and even unconscious, his face had that trademark scowl.

Who frowns in their sleep?

Wait.

Creepy, overbearing asshole!

Without a second thought, I marched over and pinched his arm hard, nails digging in with zero mercy.

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