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Jude: Yeah, I agree. I like him a lot.
Jude: Some Series A investors are idiots with too much money, and try to push their opinions onto the companies they invest in. But Furio seems content to let us do our own thing.
Oh, we got lucky all right.
I fell asleep thinking of Jude, and my dreams took place at his modest apartment downtown. I was on top of him, kissing him, but then he removed his glasses and in an instant it was Owen I was riding, not Jude. Owen grabbed me by the arms and rolled over until he was on top of me, pushing his weight between my legs. I spread them for him, and he smiled and kissed me.
The kiss went on and on as Owen ground against me, and I whispered that I wanted him badly.
“I want you too,” Furio replied, and it was him on top of me instead of Owen. And as surprised as I was, the sudden change filled me with a rush of adrenaline and excitement and I leaned into Furio’s kiss with more eagerness than I had before.
I woke up the next morning sweaty and hot underneath my covers. My dreams had been full of non-stop eroticism all night, one sinful act segueing seamlessly into the next.
I showered and went into the office early. I was hoping to catch Jude alone since he usually arrived before everyone else. But when I walked into the office, Will Crawley was already sitting at his cubicle with a mug of coffee steaming in front of him.
“Hey, boss,” he said. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just surprised to see someone else here so early.”
He shrugged at me. “I kind of like getting here early. It’s quiet before everyone else arrives. I get more work done.”
“Get after it, then,” I said, and went upstairs.
If Jude was in his office, I might still be able to sneak a kiss or two. Will Crawley wouldn’t be coming upstairs. We would have a few private moments, at least. I craved the physical touch the way a parched woman craved water.
Judewasin his office, but I saw that he wasn’t alone. Furio Rossi was leaning over his desk, looking at one of his monitors while Jude explained something. Both of them looked up as I reached the door.
“Amber!” Furio said, smiling happily like my presence made his day. “I was hoping you would come early. I brought you an espresso. From a special place down the street. A friend of a friend recommended it to me.”
I smiled as Furio walked over. He wasn’t wearing a full suit today; the jacket was gone, replaced by a dark gray sweater. The dress shirt and tie underneath were different shades of slate, and his midnight-colored hair seemed to match his slacks the way a tie matched a shirt.
He would look good even in a bathrobe.
“I don’t like espresso,” I said. “It’s too strong for me.”
“Try this,” he said, shoving the small paper cup in my direction. “I assure you, this is unlike anything you have ever tasted. Please, I insist!”
I took the cup and sniffed it. The bitter scent of coffee wafted up, along with a few other faint flavors. Hesitantly, I took a sip. The consistency was slightly foamy, and it was much smoother than any espresso I had ever tasted. In fact, it went down easier than normal coffee. I gulped the entire thing and licked my lips, and Furio raised an eyebrow at me expectantly.
“Wow!” I said.
He pointed. “That beautiful face is what I hoped to see! I knew this would please you. Jude made the same face when he tasted it.”
“It was quite good,” Jude admitted.
“I’m surprised to see you,” I said to Furio. “I thought you were leaving today.”
“Not until later this morning,” he replied. “I have several hours until then. I wanted to spend it seeing how my new company works!” He chuckled and held up a hand. “Yes, yes, I know I only own forty-five percent of the company. But it certainlyfeelslike it is mine already.”
As the morning went on, Furio did exactly that. He watched Jude work for a while, then came into my office and chatted me up. Asking broad questions about my job, what I did every day, and narrowing his questions to certain specifics. He was like a curious student studying for an exam.
If it was anyone else, I would have been annoyed by the intrusion. Nobody wanted to explain what their job was in great detail, especially not to a man who was now part-owner of the company. But Furio didn’tseemlike that. His questions were full of curiosity, and I sensed that his interest was genuine.
I don’t mind because he’s gorgeous.
I shook off the thought. Yes, Furio Rossi was about as sexy as they came. But I was already fooling around with two other men. I didn’t need to add a third, no matter how smooth and exotic he was.
At eleven, Furio finally left. But not before handing out gift baskets full of olive oil, wine, expensive Italian liqueurs, and other goodies from back home. “In my family, it is good luck to give a gift to new business partners,” he explained to us at the doorway.
