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“No.” That’s it. One word, and instead of moving forward, she takes one step back. And I just know it’s meant to piss me off.
“Why are you so infuriating?” I say on a groan, taking slow, threatening steps in her direction until I’m an arm’s reach away. “We made a deal, and now you belong to me. Don’t you forget that bambolina.”
“Stop calling me that,” she fires back at me, her fists clenching, and I smile. I love her fighting spirit, even if it is redundant. I see her swallow roughly, my eyes trailing the movement of her throat, the action making a tingle run down my spine and right to my balls. I am a sucker for a delicate neck, and hers is making me mindless. Looking down at her, my eyes travel up to her perfect bow-shaped lips, to her cute button nose, then finally reach her big blue eyes framed by long lashes. She doesn’t blink as she meets my stare, still waiting for my response.
“What? Bambolina? You don’t like the name I gave you?” I tease her. She licks her lips, the movement briefly catching my eyes before I flick them back to hers. Quiet for a beat, she then sighs, the noise bringing me back to the present.
“Asshole.” Dropping her hands from her chest, she struts into the room. I smirk as I follow her, watching her voluptuous round ass as I do.
“This is one of our private residences,” I tell her, looking around the room with her, trying to take it in from her perspective. It is deluxe, as all of our apartments are. This one is situated farther away from the other residences, and is here purely for business. It is where our visitors usually stay, but at the moment, it is full to the brim with boxes. I brought all the paperwork here because I can sift through it until I fall asleep, and then just crash in the bedroom upstairs. I keep the kitchen stocked, and for the last few weeks, I haven’t really left this place, my head buried so deep in her father’s business affairs, I have barely had time for anything else.
Her face remains stoic, but having already seen where she currently lives, I know she is impressed. While we may hate her father, I want her to feel somewhat welcome. She is our employee now after all. We will treat her with respect as long as she does the same to us.
“So where are the boxes? Might as well get this over with.” I like her sassy optimism, even if it comes with an eye roll.
“This way.” I head down the hall to the large room that now contains storage boxes, most of which were packed in a hurry when our team raided his many homes. “In here,” I say as I open two large timber doors, pushing them inwards to a large living space. The furniture is minimal, only containing a large sofa and a small table with some chairs, but they’re not here for comfort, just here for me to take a breather while reviewing files.
“Oh my God,” she says, as she looks around, eyes wide and face bewildered. “How many boxes are there here?”
I smirk. “Hundreds.”
“You’re kidding.” Her eyes scrunch as she looks at me like I am crazy. “You want me to go through all these boxes?” she confirms in disbelief.
“Yes. We have been through them, but I figure you will see something we haven’t.” I state honestly, because we have been through every single one of them. Both Sebastian and I have. Carter has spent some time reviewing things too, and as have Dante and a few other men in our team. Many things we followed up on, and have been successful, but there is something we are missing. I know it is big, and I need to find it.
“This is going to take forever! There is no way I can get through all those boxes today, or even this entire weekend. It will take me weeks!”
“It takes as long as it takes. You work for me now, remember?” I can basically see the smoke coming from her ears as her anger rises.
“I have a business, and I have… a client,” she states, once again being too damn stubborn. The urge I have for her to submit to me is becoming all-encompassing.
“Aclient?” I ask as I step towards her. I look right down at her, displaying my dominance, reveling in the momentary shift in her expression. Strong-willed to questioning and back again, all in a matter of seconds. “Did I not make myself clear, bambolina? You work forme. No other clients. Just me.” I clench my jaw, watching her trying not to say what she really wants to.
“I have a business, Nico. I cannot designate all my time to you and you alone,” she says simply, her posture firm.
“I’m your business, your only business,” I say just as casually, keeping my hands in my pockets and looking at her inquisitively, curious as to what she’ll say next.
“I still have one client I need to manage outside of this… arrangement.” I see the defiance in her eyes as she holds firm. She’s unrelenting. “And I still need to try to get new clients too...” I remain silent, my gaze on her unwavering.
“Nico! I still need to focus on getting my business back! This is not my only priority!” Her pitch rises with her frustration. It isn’t yet a beg, but fuck I want it to be.
“You work for me, when and where I need you to. What you do in between is up to you, but you drop everything when I call, and right now, we have hundreds of boxes to make a start on. I suggest you get to it,” I say as she looks back across at all the boxes, and then I turn to leave.
“Where are you going?” she asks me in a rush, sounding shocked.
“I have a meeting with Sebastian.” The color drains from her face.
“I will be back to check on you later.” Then I’m walking out the door, but not before I hear her murmur,“asshole.”And I grin, because now, I really want to spank her.
10
EMILIA
Iwatch his smug ass leave as I continue to stew in frustration at the man who appears to be one step ahead of me all the time. I have never experienced that before, being top of my class every year, and smart enough to know things others didn’t. But Nico is becoming insufferable, especially when he smirks at me like he does, and even more so when he touches me and makes my mind turn to mush.
I look across at the boxes again. It is already early afternoon, and I know it is going to be a long night.Exactly how I want to spend my Friday night, I think to myself sarcastically, even though I didn’t have plans. I never have plans. I am married to my job. Even more so now it appears.
When you work as hard as I do, there is little time for men or even friends. I left all my college friends back on the West Coast, many of them California natives. Although we keep in touch, our time together is usually limited to a large group vacation every year.
