Page 53 of Dirty Behavior

But right now, I was questioning where this man stood. He was far too brazen to just be another member to Remo's work force. There was strength and power in his voice.

My body tingled, a warm rush buzzed and zipped through my muscles.

“Don't be rude, Remo, introduce me to your friend.” I knew he was looking down on me, his eyes were just as heavy as his voice.

It was the same feeling I had felt before.

He had been the person staring at me, he had been the one letting his eyes talk to me through just their power.

“Dante—”

Cutting him off, the man leaned down, picking up my delicate hand off the table. “I'm Dante, and you are?”

His fingers were rough, but smooth, tender, but strong. I could feel my body melting as prickles broke across my skin.

And I broke all three rules at once.

Looking up into his eyes, I spoke clear and firm. “I'm Ivy.”

Lifting my hand to his lips, Dante kissed the back of my palm. “It's nice to meet you, Ivy.”

Ivy had been my name.

Celia was what I walked away with.

I broke all the rules he gave me that day and after that, we never left the house.

Well—I never left the house.

But that moment, that instant of pure attraction never left me.

It was like fate had showed me my savior.

I just didn't know it.

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