Page 13 of The Billionaire's Vow

She sat at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, her focus shifting between a printed report and the glowing screen in front of her.Every few seconds, she would scribble something down, then turn back to her monitor.

And then—

She lifted a fist in the air, whispered, “Yes!”and did a little wiggle-dance in her chair.

Dimitri felt something tighten in his chest.

She was absolutely adorable.

Her enthusiasm was unrestrained, pure in a way he didn’t often see.Most people he dealt with weren’t excited about their work.They were calculating.Tactical.Out for blood or profit, never joy.

But Giselle?

She genuinely loved what she did.

And that made her dangerous.

Not because she posed a threat to him.

But because he wanted her.

More than he should.

A woman like Giselle had no place in his world.

He was a man who had clawed his way to the top through sheer brutality and ruthlessness.People feared him.Respected him.He had buried bodies, broken men, burned down everything that had ever stood in his way.

And yet, here he was—utterly captivated by a woman who had no idea she had walked into the lion’s den.

The sudden ring of her phone interrupted his thoughts.

A different ringtone this time.

Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb.

“There is no pain, you are receding…”

Dimitri’s brows lifted slightly.

An interesting choice.

He watched as Giselle hesitated, her lips twitching, her expression torn between answering and ignoring the call.

Whoever was on the other end—she did not want to talk to them.

That made his shoulders ease slightly, even before she sighed and picked up, pasting on a too-bright smile.

“Hi Craig.How ya doing?”

The name hit him like a punch to the ribs.

Craig.

His fingers tightened into a fist against his thigh.

Who the hell was Craig?

His reaction was immediate, visceral.