Chapter 140 A Personal Victory

• Tommaso’s jaw tightened, every muscle drawn taut as he fought to contain the anger—and the unsettling spark of interest—that her boldness insisted on provoking.
• “Damn it.” Tommaso muttered, striding to the door and shutting it with a sharp snap. “Che ragazza atrevida.” He added, his voice laced with irony as he slowly stepped back and returned to the desk.
• He ran a hand across the wooden surface like a man reclaiming his territory, then settled into the chair and reclaimed the one place that, at least for a fleeting moment, offered him a sliver of peace.