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Lorenzo
The closer I get to my thirtieth birthday, the more I think I’ve likely run out of chances to be surprised in my life.
The next morning, sitting in my office as I look over a balance sheet for one of our more legitimate businesses, I find that I was wrong.
Few things, actually, have surprised me as much as my office door opening, and the blonde girl from Altiere’s mansion stepping inside.
It takes me a moment to fully register her presence—that she’s really there. For a brief moment, I think it’s another fantasy of her that I’ve dredged up at an inopportune time. But she stands there, blinking at me as if she’s not entirely sure how she found her way here either, and I know I’m not imagining this.
Very much the opposite, actually.
She’s every bit as beautiful in the daylight as she was in the darkened hall of Altiere’s mansion. More so, actually. Her skin is pale and clear, milky with a rose tint, like fine china. Her blonde hair is sleekly combed away from her face, pulled back into a ballerina’s bun at the nape of her neck, and I wonder if she is, in fact, a dancer. It would explain her petite, delicate frame, and the graceful way that she moves even when she’s in a hurry.
Desire forms a tight knot in my belly, my cock twitching as I stare at her. And just as quickly, worry tinged with anger rises to meet it.
“I told you to stay away.” I stay where I am, seated behind the desk, and I don’t invite her to come further into the room. “I warned you that you should not look into me, or into what happened to Alfio Altiere.”
She swallows hard. My gaze flicks instantly to the movement of her throat, and my cock swells. The fantasy in the shower comes rushing back to me, of her on her knees and those full pink lips wrapped around my cockhead.
My cock jerks, thickening against my thigh, and I grit my teeth. I’m a man of self-control, and always have been. I’m not someone prone to inappropriate desires or an inability to control mine. And yet here I am, with a rapidly growing erection over a woman who I should be furious with—not imagining all of the things that I want her to do with her tongue.
“I’m not—” She takes a breath, and I see her twist her hands in front of her. She’s nervous, and it comes off of her in waves. “I’m not here about that.”
“You’re not here about Altiere.” The disbelief in my voice is palpable. I don’t for a moment think that she’s telling the truth. “You’re not here to, for example, blackmail me?”
“What?” The surprise in her voice comes out as a squeak. “I—no! Of course not.”
“You didn’t, perhaps, find out who I am—put two and two together—and then come here with a threat to go to the police with what you know, in order to extort something from me? Maybe something along the lines of what you were getting from Altiere himself?” My voice hardens, and the throbbing in my cock eases. Focusing on business has a way of doing that. But the way her lips are trembling, her eyes wide as she takes another tentative step towards my desk, threatens to undo me all over again.
“No.” She lets out a slow breath, her chin tipping up slightly. There it is. That flicker of defiance that I saw at the mansion, the steel behind her obvious fear. She wasn’t made to deal with men like Altiere, men like me, and she doesn’t truly know how. But what she lacks in experience, she does her best to make up for with sheer nerve.
It shouldn’t be such a devastatingly attractive combination.
That steel seems to slide through her, until it stiffens her spine and propels her forward to my desk, where she sits down without an invitation. I noticed what she was wearing when she walked in—a pair of slim grey pants, a powder blue sleeveless blouse, and ballet flats. She came here dressed for business.
“I don’t recall offering you a meeting. In fact, I don’t believe you’re on my schedule.” I narrow my eyes at her, trying to ignore the effect that her being so close is having on me. I can smell the scent of her, that sugary, berry scent wafting off of her skin. It makes my mouth water, and my cock throbs all over again.
Has it really been that long?
It must have been too long since I’ve been with someone. It’s the only explanation that I have for how this girl—whose name I don’t even know yet—makes me react. It can’t be her. The idea is ludicrous.
I’ve never been this affected by a woman before entirely because of their attractiveness or personal charms. It’s only after I’ve gone too long without someone—usually because of having been distracted by other things—that I can feel myself starting to get fidgety. Needy. Aroused by the slightest things.
It’s only been a couple of months, this time—but I have to blame it on that. I need to, because the alternative is that this fragile girl has gotten under my skin in the span of less than two days, and refused to leave.
“I managed to get up here anyway. Your receptionist was reading a magazine.” Her bright blue eyes hold mine, demanding my attention, but I can still see that flicker of fear on her face. Whatever has driven her here, she needs something badly. I’ve always been good at reading people, and I can see that she’s holding onto her determination by a thread.
“And you’re not here for blackmail, you say. So what is it, then? I can give you five minutes.” I could give her much more than that, actually—I don’t have anything particularly pressing on my schedule for this morning. But I need her out of my office as soon as possible.
She presses her lips together tightly, as if she’s working up the courage to say what she’s come here for. And then the words burst out of her, and they take me aback for a full second.
“I want to make the same deal with you that I had with Alfio. Altiere,” she adds, as if I wouldn’t know who she was talking about. “I’m here to offer you that.”
A second ticks by, and then another. For a moment, I’m speechless. I hadn’t expected this; I hadn’t expected her to come here at all. And for one terrible moment, my cock throbs, and my moral compass spins wildly, and I’m horribly tempted to tell her yes.
“I see.” I rest my hands on the desk, maintaining as much of a calm facade as I can, while my cock strains against the front of my trousers at the very thought of having her at my mercy. “What deal did you have with him?”
Her lips tremble, ever so slightly. “Can’t you guess?”
