The air between us felt thick enough to choke on. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, a rhythmic thrum that drowned out the distant sirens of the city. Bella didn't flinch. She stood there, her chest heaving, those gold strings barely holding back the weight of her breasts.
"You have no idea what you're asking for, Bella," I said. My voice was a low growl, stripped of any parental authority I had tried to maintain.
"I think I do," she whispered. She stepped closer, her hip brushing against mine. "I've spent three years in university learning how the world works, Roman. I'm not the girl who hides your keys anymore."
"You're still Mark's daughter."
"And you're still my father's best friend," she countered, her voice dripping with a playful, dangerous sweetness. "Does that make thi
