Matteo's POV

My blood thuds in my ears and scorches under my skin like napalm. My eyes drag over her skin-tight black club dress—strapless, short, and… tempting.

Too tempting. Too provocative. Too alluring.

“See?” She mutters. “No stamp—” “What were you really looking for.”

Her eyes snap to mine. I can see those wheels turning again, looking for an

out. An excuse. A lie.

“Don’t even try, little hurricane,” I growl quietly, shaking my head as I grab her wrists and pin ...