Dante seemed like the perfect first target. Married, but his wife and kids were out of the country for some extended trip. He had that dangerous, controlled energy I liked. If I could crack him, the others would follow.
I spent extra time getting ready — a tight tank top that showed off my cleavage and short shorts that barely covered my ass. Nothing too obvious, but enough to make them look.
I found the men in the living room, drinking coffee and talking business. Cyril was in his study on a call, so it was just the four of them.
“Morning, sirs,” I said sweetly, walking in with a big smile.
Dante looked up first. His eyes immediately dropped to my chest, then my legs. He cleared his throat.
“Morning, Bella. You look… refreshed.”
I giggled, twirling a strand of hair. “Thanks. I slept
