The Mediterranean sun was a cruel reminder of everything Annia Moreno had tried to forget. As a personal shopper in Marbella, her life was built on surfaces—fabric, fit, and the careful selection of luxury. But surfaces were fragile.
He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her shoulder. Annia finally turned, her dark eyes flashing. In the first book, Provócame , she had let him in just enough to see the cracks in her armor. Now, in the aftermath of a devastating betrayal, the walls were back up, higher and thicker than before. "I'm not a trophy, Bryan," she whispered. Y QuiГ©reme Angy Skay epub
Suddenly, the shop door chimed, the sound sharp and discordant. A shadow fell across the threshold—someone from the past Annia thought she had buried. Bryan’s demeanor shifted instantly; the seducer vanished, replaced by the predator. He stepped in front of Annia, shielding her with a possessive finality. The Mediterranean sun was a cruel reminder of
"No," he agreed, his eyes narrowing. "A trophy stays where you put it. You? You’re a wildfire. And I’ve always been partial to the heat." He reached out, his hand hovering just inches
Annia didn't turn around, her fingers tightening on a silk tie. "I didn't think a man like you cared about time, Mr. Summers. Only about the deal."
"Then don't just stand there," Annia said, her voice regaining its strength as she stepped up beside him, ignoring the danger. "If we're going to burn, let's make sure the whole world sees the fire."
"Go to the back," he ordered, his hand moving toward the holster hidden beneath his perfectly tailored jacket. "Bryan, no—"