Page 63 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“We’re almost there. Cas warned me not to let anyone enter the elevator after you exited it. I take it there’s someone in your room that you want to keep there.”

“Mind your business,” Raz said, suddenly talking to two Leos.

“Says the man who just asked me a thousand questions. Plus, this is my business. If this lady’s family comes looking for her, I’ll have to deal with it.”

“Her family?” Raz spat sarcastically. “Her family has never worried about her.”

If they had, she wouldn’t have ended up with an idiot like Trevor.

“What about friends?” Leo asked.

“Friends? Yeah, her friends may come looking.”

“I’ll take care of them.”

“Don’t kill them.”

“I won’t.”

The elevator dinged. Raz stood up straight and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes. He wasn’t drunk. He was just tipsy. The doors slowly slid open. Raz stumbled out of the elevator as soon as there was enough space for him to exit.

“Eager to get back to her, I see,” Leo drawled from the elevator.

Raz would’ve replied, but he heard the patter of feet rushing from the direction of his bedroom. She’d wasted no time in trying to escape. As soon as she heard the ding, she’d come running.

“You have to press the button so I can go back down,” Leo reminded him.

Right!He turned around and pressed the button to close the elevator doors and send it back to the first floor. When he spun around again, he came face to face with his Rosa. She was still as beautiful as he remembered.

Even though she was glaring at him, he was so damn happy to be in her presence again. He was so happy that it felt like his chest was about to explode. Either he was having a heart attack, or this was...wait. Could Cas be right?

Was this... Was this really love?

Chapter Thirteen

ORAZIO

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Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply. With one hand on her hip, she raised her other hand to point her finger at him.

“Why did you let those doors close?” she asked, almost breathless.

His mind immediately dived into the gutter as he recalled the things he’d done to make her breathless last night.

“Let’s talk,” he told her, taking a step forward.

“Again?” she asked. “Haven’t we talked enough?”

He smiled. “We can never talk enough.”

He wanted to take another step forward but feared he’d fall down if he did. Damn Cas and Bryce for forcing him to drink.

“If we don’t talk,” he told her, trying not to slur. “We’ll only have misunderstandings between us.”

“There are no misunderstandings between us, Orazio,” she replied, both hands on her hips now. “You made yourself very clear before you locked me in this room, then ran off to get drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” he told her, swaying.

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