Page 25 of Promise Never

She lingers on me for a few seconds, then huffsand walks out of the office.

I drag my hands down my face and ease forward,resting my elbows on the desk. The last thing I want is to stress my motherabout the attack on the unit. Hearing that we’ve lost goods will infuriate her.I just have to handle Zeno before he does anything else.

I head to the guesthouse with the delivery for Tiana.I’ve been busy all day, between trying to find Zeno and dealing with business,so our paths haven’t crossed.

I never anticipated the thrill that shoots throughmy body when I find her swimming in shorts and a sports bra.

My throat tightens as I glimpse herbuttcheeks, peeking out as shefreestyle’sto the end of the pool.

Time seems to slow down as Tiana climbs out, waterdripping from everywhere.

I can’t stop myself from trailing over her toned body.Sexy is an understatement.

Those hips and thighs.

Everything.

Her breasts are a perfect size, spilling a bit atthe top of her sports bra.

I wet my lips and loosen my shirt collar as hungermounts to an incredible high. I wonder how she’d feel on my—

“What is it?” Tiana asks, erasing my dirtythoughts.

I get my shit together when she grabs a towel toput an end to my gawking.

“Ahem. I have that dress for you.” My voice comesout gruff.

Tiana hugs herself tightly and shifts in the spot.“Is there anything else?”

“No.”

“Okay. Let’s discuss the plan for tomorrow.”

A mysterious air engulfs us, and it’s the longestTiana has ever held my gaze.

Just when I think she might be easing up on me,she blinks away. “I’m going to put some clothes on. Then we’ll talk.”

“All right.”

Coming over, she plucks the bag from my hand andcontinues past me.

I slant to watch her step inside, realizingsomething.

She was extra careful not to touch me. I know sheinitially detested it, but perhaps she didn’t want our fingers to graze againlike that moment in the room the day before.

Fuck. These emotions are becoming too intense. Andthough I know I’m cravingsex,I just don’t seem towant it with anyone else right now.

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Alessandro wasn’t exaggerating when he said he’dstudied every curve.

I’m impressed with his choice. The dress fits mybody perfectly. The soft yellow tone is gorgeous against my brown skin, and thestyle isn’t skimpy or too revealing for lunch at a café. It’s classy and exudessummer.

Entering theoceanviewspot, the waitress leads me to a table by the window, and I sit and cross oneleg over the other.

Covertly, I ensure my curls still hide theearpiece. Then I hold the menu in front of my face, asking in a low voice, “Isthis a good spot?”

“Yes,” Alessandro’s deep voice fills my ear,causing a buzz in my body. “I’ll see Zeno the second he approaches you.”

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