“Amore mia,” I heard him call, and I turned around to see him at the corner of the receptionist’s desk.
He didn’t have to be wearing a suit to get the attention.
Black button-up, with the top buttons undone, his muscles literally peering through the shirt, and those well-fitted pants, were enough to turn me on.
“Do you like being employed?” he snapped at the receptionist.
“Yes, sir,” she answered almost immediately, her tone getting in line.
“Then I suggest you watch how you address this woman.”
She nodded quickly and scurried off.
“Are you okay?” He asked, searching my face for any distress, but all he found was anger.
I didn’t answer; I instead nodded with his hand on the small of my back, and as soon as we reached his office, I brushed it off and turned to face him.
“What the fuck, Ronan?”
“What?”
“Y—”
And yet again, another fucking barrier.
“Ronan,” Rachel called out, “Will you be attending the meeting?”
“It’s ‘Dr. Romano’,” I corrected her, and she turned around to face me.
“Ms. Moretti!” she exclaimed. “It’s nice to see you again, and what do you mean?”
“Are you fucking him?” I asked and looked dead in her face,then realized I posed the wrong question. “Is he fucking you?”
She gazed at me in shock.
They both did and gulped, “No, tha—”
“He’syourboss. It should be ‘Dr. Romano’ not ‘Ronan.’”
“Nina,rilassati.71”
“E se non lo faccio?72”
“Aspetta, e scoprilo, cazzo, tesoro.73”
He turned to her. “Rachel, I’ll be a bit late. I need to finish this first.”
She nodded at him and scurried off, closing the door behind her.
“Wha—”
“I don’t fucking want her calling you Ronan. Sue me.”
“You’re making my dick hard, sweetheart,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Before another woman, you’re evidently fucking walks ins—”
“Jealous?”
