C40 Dangerous games

Daphne

I had tried to focus on my work, tried to immerse myself in spreadsheets, emails, reports — anything to distract me from the storm that had become Antonio Nickolaou. But it was impossible. The air between us was electric, thick with tension I couldn’t name, and the faintest glance from him set my pulse racing in ways I was desperately trying to ignore.

And then Rhea appeared