Chapter 7
- I stepped into Mr. Dante’s room, and there he was—standing in front of the massive window, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
- His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he exuded that calm, effortless dominance that made my knees want to buckle.
- The golden morning sunlight kissed his tanned, muscular body, highlighting every sculpted inch of his torso.