Chapter 10

Damiano

Fucking hell.

I pushed my chair back, keeping my face blank as I stalked off in the direction she went, not caring how the chatter paused.

I stopped right in front of the bathroom door, and when it opened, a small gasp escaped her plump lips. I gritted my teeth at the sound as my dick pressed painfully against my slacks.

I walked towards her. One slow agonizing step at a time, until her ass hit the sink behind her. I let out a satisfied grunt as my eyes trailed down her curves. I rested my hands on the sink, caging her between my arms as I leaned in closer to her, hearing her breath hitch.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” I asked, my voice low and gruff. I watched her nervously gulp as she stared at me with those bright green eyes of hers.

“No.” She whispered. My hands tightened around the sink.

“You have no business showing up in your little, tight dress.” When my fingers brushed against her bare