Page 31 of The Billionaire's Vow

His body tensed painfully, his blood roaring with a single, primal demand—turn her around, press her against the door, and lose himself in her.

The thought hit him so hard he nearly groaned.His hand tightened around his phone as if that could somehow ground him.Giselle had no idea.Absolutely no idea that every move she made in that damn dress was driving him insane.

"Hello?"a voice barked through the phone.

Dimitri barely managed to tear his gaze away from the sight of Giselle disappearing through the door.

What the hell had just happened?

He had always been disciplined.Controlled.No woman had ever distracted him from business.And yet, here he was, standing in his office like a fool, his body aching, mind half-dazed, struggling to remember who the hell was even on the other end of the call.

He forced himself to clear his throat, turning to face the window, anything to shake off the residual heat still burning through him.

"What is it?"he choked out, the words rougher than he intended.

There was a pause, then the voice on the other end continued, irritation laced in every word.Dimitri barely processed what was being said.He was distracted, replaying that moment—Giselle’s hips swaying, the red fabric shifting, the way the dress should have been completely professional, but on her, it was anything but.

"Repeat that," he snapped, realizing he had missed an entire section of the conversation.

The man on the other end huffed in exasperation but did as Dimitri asked, explaining the logistical issue plaguing one of his shipments.Dimitri forced himself to focus, holding on to the details like a lifeline.He issued instructions, his voice sharp, businesslike, pretending he was in control.

But when he ended the call, he tossed his phone onto the desk with a heavy sigh.He was not in control.The rest of the day was a mess.He told himself it was because he hadn’t had enough coffee, but that was a lie.He wasn’t concentrating because he couldn’t see Giselle.

He was restless, impatient, distracted beyond reason.Every time he walked past her new, empty, office, an inexplicable irritation gnawed at him.By mid-afternoon, he’d had enough.While leaving a meeting, he turned to Mike, his voice clipped and brooking no argument."Make sure Giselle is transferred to her new office by the end of today."

Mike nodded, his expression unreadable, but Dimitri didn’t care.He needed Giselle closer.Where he could see her.

Where no one else could.

Chapter 13

Giselleglancedaroundthemassive office again, still struggling to believe this was where she was supposed to be.It wasn’t a corner office, but it had an entire wall of windows with a sweeping view of the city, the kind she had only ever seen in movies.Or Dimitri’s office.

Another wall was lined with bookshelves and sleek, built-in drawers, making the space feel polished and professional.In the far corner, a small conference table with four chairs sat neatly arranged, as if waiting for important discussions to take place.

This office couldn’t belong to someone like her.

She barely had time to process the overwhelming shift before a voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“Is there anything more that you need?”

Giselle turned, clutching the pathetic cardboard box that contained her few personal items.Mike, Dimitri’s ever-efficient assistant, stood in the doorway, his face impassive, his notebook and tablet pressed protectively to his chest.

“Um… are you sure this is where Mr.De Luca wants me to work?”she asked, still thrown by the sheer size of the office.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mike replied with his usual crisp professionalism.

Giselle turned again, scanning the space as if something would suddenly explain why she had been placed in a room that could fit her entire apartment inside of it with lots of room to spare.“But… it’s so big.”

Mike didn’t react to her bewilderment.He simply nodded once.“Let me know if there is anything else you need.”Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, still clutching her pathetic, crumpled box like a lifeline.

She exhaled, preparing to head straight to Dimitri’s office for an explanation.But before she could, a dark shadow fell across her doorway.

“Well, this was a huge jump in your pay grade,” came a sneering voice.

Giselle tensed immediately.

She sighed, already knowing who she would find.