Allison's POV

I dropped the bed and ran as madly as I could for the duvets. I bent low to pick it from the floor when he strode into the room—Luca Tonelli. Just what does the bastard want again—my life? For a long, uncomfortable moment, our eyes stayed on each other, and he stood frozen in the doorway, his thick fingers folded around the doorknob.

I had thought he would just turn around like any sensible human being, but I guessed he falls on the other side of the spectrum because he just ...