Page 14 of His Little Angel

No.

Pressure builds in my chest. That thin, dangerous thread stretches… stretches—

—and snaps.

Fuck this.

I shove up from my desk so fast my chair slams into the wall. I march to Mila’s office and shove the door open.

Veronica sits at Mila’s desk.

She looks up, startled. “M–Mr. Morelli?”

“Where is she?” I bite out.

“Ms. Wilson? She said she’d give me space today to practice independently. I assumed she was with you.”

She wasn’t with me all day.

I storm out, blood roaring, searching every hallway, every room. I find her in the kitchenette—making coffee for herself.

I close the distance in three strides and grab her arms, flattening her against the wall.

She gasps.

“Why didn’t you bring me the coffee?” I growl. “Why didn’t you come to my office? Why didn’t you say good morning?”

“Sir…” She blinks rapidly. “I thought you’d want to adjust to the new assistant. I won’t be here much longer.”

“Did you leave to work for another man?” I snarl. “Someone like Bill?”

Her eyes flash with hurt.

She shoves my chest. “No. I would have told you.”

Our breath mingles. Nothing about what I’m feeling is professional.

I want to devour her.

“Is there a boyfriend?” I demand. “Someone you’re rearranging your life for?”

“Mr. Morelli, that’s inappropriate—”

“I don’t care. Answer me.”

“I apologize, sir,” she snaps. “But I’m not discussing my personal life with you. That’s unprofessional.”

That’s not a no.

The thought of another man makes my insides burn.

If I’d been paying attention, I might’ve noticed the tendrils of our family curse tightening around my throat.

Chapter Six

Mila

Enzo touched me for the first time. It was like electricity sparking through me, crawling from my skin straight to the place between my legs. It should have been perfect, right? But of course, he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.