Dominic's POV

　　The party was at an upscale blast, replete with loud music and full-throated laughter, but even from clear across the room, I could feel the eyes of Mr. Rossini locked on me. I had just about reached for a drink when he nodded towards himself, his eyes brimming with purpose. I knew that look too well, it was a call to business.

　　He pulled me from the music and laughter down a maze of corridors into his private study. A rich scent of leather and the ...