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“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “I freaking knew it.”
“A house,” I slowly trailed a lust filled stare from her ankles to her eyes.
“What?” she hissed as she sat back down.
“I live in a house,” I reiterated, “and I actually prefer old classic cars over a Porsche any day.” I picked up my phone, checking the time.
“Yes,” she blurted suddenly.
“Yes what?” I coyly arched a brow.
“Yes, I'll have dinner with you tomorrow night.”
He nodded, grinning widely as he finished off his coffee.
“There may be one obstacle,” I sighed, pinching my forehead, “but I'll see what I can do.”
He reached over, lifting his phone, unlocked it then held it out toward me. I gently and suspiciously took it from his hand, unsure what to do with it.
“Put your number in it,” he ordered.
“Geez, you could say please, you know,” I scolded.
I hated being told what to do but I looked down and typed in my information, before pressingSave. He was leaning forward with his arms folded in front of him. Reaching out for his phone, he abruptly took it from my hands the moment I was finished.
“I'll be in touch.”
He walked over to my security guys. I stood, turning to face them, observing intensely as they shared a private conversation. Valentino shook hands with both of them, which I thought was odd. Maybe it was just some formal Italian gesture, or maybe he was convincing them he was not a serial killer.
He did not speak another word to me as he left, but he did turn to me, winking before he and his own bodyguards disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly reality hit me that I was going on a probable date with another guy. I began to panic, unsure how the man I only knew asSir, would have felt about my date with someone else.
I spun to Joseph, asking, “Am I going to get in trouble for this?”
He placed his sunglasses on his face, vaguely smiling, “Honestly, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to.” Smirking he paused for a moment, lifting his chin. “I really don't know how the boss will respond to this one.”
About an hour later, the penthouse house was buzzing with lots of activity as an entire team of movers showed up with new furniture. I stood idly by the bar, watching with wide eyes as they carried and arranged everything with precision. It almost appeared as if they had been in the apartment before. They walked about, not bothering to ask where things went or where my room was. They already had it down to a science. Within four hours, my new home was livable.
The moment they left, I stepped to the kitchen to get a bottle of water then went to my room, but I heard voices entering the penthouse. I quickly returned to the living room, where I was greeted with several new faces. They were all dressed professionally and had ear communication pieces.
Joseph introduced them, “Miss Ayala, this is your new home security team, John, Michael, Caleb, and Barbara.”
I smiled, greeting them all at once.
The one he introduced as Caleb cleared his throat. “If you need anything, we will be posted around the home, but we will stay out of your way unless you need us.”
I nodded as they all smiled and dispersed through the apartment.
“Joseph, this is too much,” I mumbled, watching them. “I don’t even know what to say.”
"And what exactly did you expect?” he smirked, peering down at me.
Joseph had to be at least six feet two inches in height. His hair was golden walnut brown and his eyes were an incredibly unique shade of hazel. His clean shaven face gave him a youthful appearance, but he was attractive as well as masculine.
I looked around, finally absorbing my surroundings. The décor Sir chose was modern, yet cozy in a way. I remembered seeing one of the designers, who came with the movers, stocking the wine fridge.
Grinning, I immediately marched into the kitchen. Tossing my handbag on the island, I opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Pinot Grigio. I grabbed a wine key and glass before I perched on a barstool at the kitchen island. Opening the bottle with ease, I poured myself a full glass of wine then gestured to Joseph who silently declined.
I shrugged as I began to enjoy the chilled, fruity, floral flavor of my beverage. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the aroma before the sound of my phone vibrating in my bag startled me. I dug it out, unlocking it. Scrolling over to my texts, I saw one from Valentino.
