Jasmine’s POV

Xavier’s smile seems to be like a dream making me sit upright to see if I am actually imagining it.

As soon as my hands leave his body, the car comes to a screeching halt making him avert his gaze from me.

“We are here”, he informs me as his guards come down from the car to open the door for us. Instead of going out, Xavier sits still, signaling to the men to do something.

They disappear.

“Can you speak Italian?” he suddenly asks out of the blue, his ...