Lorenzo Gallo is the last man I need distracting me from the most important job of my career. He’s impossibly charming, a born flirt—and my client.

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I’ve come to his family’s Italian villa to restore an ancient Roman mosaic before a Hollywood blockbuster starts filming. The deadline is brutal.

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So Lorenzo clears his calendar, rolls up his sleeves, and pitches in. The problem? He’s a walking wet dream with a work ethic, and I like bossing him around a little too much. And when his ridiculously dark blue eyes lock onto mine, I feel seen. Being wanted, I can handle. Being seen strips me bare.

 

Soon the dinners, the table tennis showdowns, and the competitions we invent become addictive, and there’s enough tension between us to power the sun. And beneath all that easy charm, I keep glimpsing something else. A locked-away hurt he hides from everyone.

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Everyone except me, apparently.

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Could I have a fling with my hot billionaire client?

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One night becomes a dangerous habit. We agree on a short-term affair with an expiry date. My terms. My deadline. Because when the restoration is complete, I’ll drive away. My business comes first, and men like Lorenzo don’t keep women like me past the final invoice.

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Except Lorenzo has stopped treating this like a fling. And somewhere along the way, I’ve started wanting something my plans never made room for.

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I can piece together anything from fragments. Except a future without him.

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