Avery refused to back down, her voice turning sweeter, dripping with coquettish allure.
“I got new lingerie tonight, white lace. I’ll tear it just for you. Don’t you love that?”
Rocco’s silence hung heavy, the tension palpable. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough with barely contained desire.
“I’ll head to the bathroom.”
“Okay. Oh, Brother Rocco, I saw another bag today…”
“Got it. You’re relentless.”
I slipped back to the bed, my heart pounding. Moments later, the faint click of the bathroom door echoed, followed by muffled gasps filtering through the silence.
Before I came to this era, my organization had funded my research, ensuring steady payments to support my work. Most of that money had gone straight into Rocco’s team.
Rocco had always prided himself on his independence, unwilling to lean on anyone, especially a woman. I hid the truth that I was his employer, communicating with him through a secondary account and signing contracts in secret.
I supported his work without question, sparing him the need to beg for funding. The data I requested was simple, leaving him plenty of space to focus on his personal projects, even if they didn't bring in a profit.