Giovanni’s POV

Stepping out of the bathroom, I collided with someone just outside the doorway. My clutch almost slipped from my fingers, and the sharp click of my heels echoed against the marble floor.

“Oh—I'm sorry,” he said quickly, steadying me before I could stumble.

I looked up, still catching my breath, ready to snap that he should’ve watched where he was going—but the apology in his eyes softened me a bit. He had a calm face, sharp jawline, and a quiet kind of seriousness ...