Page 25 of I'm sorry, Princess

Oh Gosh, what if he’s about to ask for a blowjob? Probably I would give it to him. What the hell? Shoo, inappropriate thoughts! Shoo!

I push the thought away, keeping my expression neutral. Whatever this is, I’ll deal with it.

He’s just staring at me.

Not in a casual way, either, his gaze is sharp, piercing, as if he’s sizing me up. It’s unsettling, like he’s deciding whether he wants to eat me alive or just kill me outright.

Maybe that’s why he wants to speak in private, so he can quickly murder me and get it over with.

I don’t like how he’s analyzing me. His eyes seem to strip away every layer of confidence I’m trying so hard to maintain. Under his gaze, I feel small, insecure, and far from the poised professional I’m supposed to be.

How am I going to survive ten minutes alone with him?

The thought makes my stomach twist. He’s mad attractive, and it’s distracting. Very distracting. I can barelykeep my eyes off him, which is definitely not the professional approach.

Great start, Serena.

I can practically hear my mother’s voice in my head, horrified at the thought of her daughter imagining herself bent over the table, being taken from behind by Lorenzo freaking Moretti.

“Are you okay with that, Serena?” Ian’s voice pulls me back to reality, his tone soft as his hand gently touches my shoulder.

The moment feels too intimate, and I notice the way Lorenzo’s eyes flick between us, observing.

My brain refuses to work. This must be how all people feel when they haven’t had sex in three years, paralyzed by every inappropriate thought they can’t push away.

I catch myself staring at Lorenzo again. He looks even better in person than he does in the pictures I’ve seen on TV, sharper, more defined, more... everything.

“Serena?” Ian’s voice has a slight edge now, pulling me out of my trance.

“Yes,” I finally say, my voice soft and unsure. “I’m sorry.”

Lorenzo’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile.

What the hell is he smiling about? He can’t read my mind, at least, I hope he can’t.

“Clear the room,” Ian says firmly, breaking the tension. He glances at the guards. “We’ll give them ten minutes, as he asked.”

The room begins to empty, leaving me alone with Lorenzo’s piercing blue gaze and the electric hum of anticipation in the air.

Ian hands me a bracelet, his expression serious. “Push this button if you need help. If he tries to do anything, we’llbe right behind the door. You can yell if something happens.”

Lorenzo’s low chuckle fills the room. “Calm down, Romeo,” he says, his tone dripping with amusement. “I won’t do anything bad to her. At least... not tonight.”

I ignore his comment, pretending it doesn’t rattle me.

“Thank you, Ian. I’ll be fine,” I say, keeping my tone even, detached. “I’ll let you know when we’re done.”

Ian hesitates for a moment, his eyes lingering on Lorenzo like he’s calculating every possible risk.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Lorenzo interjects, his voice suddenly shifting to a superior tone. He leans back in his chair, smirking. “If you’re done with your boring conversation, I’d like to speak to Serena in private now.”

The way he says it, like he’s the one in control, makes my blood simmer. Who the hell does this guy think he is?

Ian gives me a nod before reluctantly stepping out with the others, leaving me alone with Lorenzo.

The room suddenly feels smaller, the silence between us heavy and electric.

I clear my throat, determined to maintain my composure. “So, you wanted to speak to me in private. I have to admit, I’m as surprised as my colleagues, given your... history with the other psychologists.”