Sullivan had walked out of the office, giving me time to dress. I still couldn’t find my panties. He’d probably claimed them—again. I was starting to wonder why he kept collecting them.

I stepped out of the office without any on. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time in Italy, and the feeling was strangely uncomfortable. Still, I was Micah. I put on a big smile as I walked out.

Sullivan’s eyes met mine the moment I appeared. He was smoking, and no one with functioning eyes could deny how hot he looked with the cigarette between his fingers and smoke curling from both sides of...