Chapter 17

• "Miss D'Santi, please come in, I don't intend to do anything to you," he informed her, hiding a smile, as he saw that she hesitated to enter the elevator. "The longer we delay here, the stronger the storm will be, and then neither you nor I will be able to go home."
• Alessandra nodded nervously, aware that she was behaving like a silly and immature girl. He was right, he wouldn't do anything to her. He wasn't a deranged sicko who would take advantage of her or do anything against her will. How silly she was! She finally decided to enter the elevator, the doors closed instantly, and silence filled the small space that housed them. She felt that soon her heartbeats would give her away, or that her heart would jump out of her chest, and he, on the other hand, was not far behind. He had a sensation of lack of air that prevented him from breathing properly. Without planning it or even thinking about it, their gazes met for a few small fractions of seconds. Dominic got lost in her clear eyes like never before, absolutely fascinated by the transparency they radiated. How could there exist eyes so beautiful like those? Furthermore, in the face of such a beautiful woman. What luck Vittorio had! But what the hell was he thinking? Luck for what? He had plenty of women and didn't want them for more than one night, just that.
• They arrived at the magnate's private parking lot. Alessandra was stunned to see the luxurious and dazzling SUV waiting for them. If it looked like that on the outside, she didn't want to imagine the interior. A tall man, around thirty-five years old, dressed entirely in black, elegant, robust, and strong, was standing at the foot of it holding one of the doors open.