She stepped out the door, humming to herself, and her eyes lit up when she saw the luxurious black car waiting just for her. The driver opened the backseat door and she practically bounced over, clutching her phone and small purse tight. She was so excited she didn't even peek inside.
Thud! She hopped onto the leather seat and then froze like a rabbit caught in headlights.
There he was.
Leonardo Moretti, the devil himself — perfectly put together in an expensive grey suit that hugged his wide shoulders and lean frame just right. The crisp white shirt collar peeked out, his top button undone just enough to draw her eyes to the strong line of his throat. His grey eyes — somehow colder and sharper when they matched his suit — flicked up from his phone, pinning her in place.
Bella's mouth fell open. "Y-you—!" she squeaked, her fingers gripping her purse so tight her knuckles turned white.
