Page 68 of Made for Sinners

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Because the truth was, I wanted to believe him.

But I wasn’t sure if I could.

The rest of the drive passed in silence, but it wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t waiting. It was something else entirely.

Something I didn’t know how to name.

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When we arrived back at the penthouse, I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the pavement as Dante rounded the vehicle. He didn’t touch me, but he was close enough that I could feel his presence, the heat of him lingering just a little too close.

I expected him to disappear into his office like he always did, to leave me alone with my thoughts and the weight of everything we hadn’t said.

But instead, he stopped just inside the doorway, his dark eyes settling on me.

“I have something planned,” he said.

I raised a brow. “Planned?”

His lips twitched. “Go to the bedroom.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds ominous.”

Dante chuckled, shaking his head. “Just go.”

I hesitated, searching his face for any sign of whatever game he was playing, but he gave nothing away. With a sigh, I turned and made my way down the hall, my pulse quickening with every step.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and when I pushed it open, I froze.

Dresses.

Dozens of them.

Hanging neatly along the open wardrobe, each one more elegant than the last. Some were sleek and sophisticated, others softer, flowing. There were shoes lined up beside them, delicate heels in varying shades, and a collection of jewelry displayed on the dresser.

I swallowed hard, stepping further inside, my fingers brushing over the fabric of one of the dresses. It was deep emerald green, the kind of color that would make my skin glow, the kind of dress that was meant to be worn, not just admired.

I turned slowly, my chest tightening.

Dante leaned against the doorframe, watching me.

I exhaled, shaking my head. “What is this?”

His smirk was subtle, but there was something softer beneath it. “You needed clothes.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “So you bought me an entire wardrobe?”

He shrugged. “Would you rather I let you keep stealing my shirts?”

I flushed, my fingers curling into the fabric of the dress. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“I know.” His gaze darkened. “That’s why I did it.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly tight. “Dante?—”

“Have dinner with me.”

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