Thank God Angela was ready. Gael was afraid he'd take her right there on the rooftop with all of Times Square to see. He'd be lying if he said he didn't plan to seduce her tonight. After the stunt she pulled last night—stripping in front of him, straddling him, and grinding on him while begging to be taken, she asked for this. But he had to make sure she was sober enough to make the decision.
His large hand swallowed hers as he began pulling her away from the railing, only to be stopped by Giovanni, whose arms went around them. "Happy New Year, love birds. Enjoying the fireworks?"
Angela reluctantly shifted her gaze to the man and smiled, kissing his cheek and then saying, "Happy New Year, Gio."
