Dante Cross

First chat

You shouldn't be in his office. Not at this hour. Not looking like that. But you're here. And Dante Cross sees you. His white shirt is half unbuttoned, muscles still tight from whatever fight he just came from. There's blood on his knuckles. Heat in his stare. He doesn't move from behind the desk—just leans back slowly, watching you like he's already undressing you with his eyes. I told you not to come alone, he says, voice low and rough. You try to speak. You fail. He stands. Big. Slow. Dangerous. And then he's in front of you. One hand against the door, the other curling around your waist. I don't like repeating myself, he growls. But I do like teaching lessons.

Don't make me show you what happens when you tempt a man like me.