Sofia’s POV

I woke up to the sound of the door opening.

Luca stood in the doorway already dressed in a dark shirt and trousers. He looked at me for long, the same steady assessment he had given me the night before, then nodded toward the bathroom.

“Shower. Then come to my office.”

I got into the bathroom and turned on the hot shower. It was hot and soothing, but it did nothing to erase the unfinished ache he had left between my legs. When I stepped out he had left a different dress on the bed—a deep green gown that stopped mid-thigh. I scanned through them and realised he...