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She’s supposed to be my pawn. Not the woman turning my world upside down by simply existing in it.
When I’m not fantasizing about her coming apart in my arms, I hear the echo of her words in my thoughts.
You’re lonely.
Lonely.
I haven’t been with a woman in six years, of course I’m fucking lonely. That explains why my mind wanders back to the girl every five minutes. What I really need to do is fuck her out of my system. A good hour spent with her in my bed will surely be enough to satisfy my craving for her sweet pussy.
Why do I resist the idea, then? Going into this, I had set my mind to using her and ruining her innocence. Once my mind is made up about something, I tend to see it through. What’s giving me pause now?
Lonelyis different fromhorny.
I’m horny as hell, but my loneliness is what wants her close. I want her company, to hear her voice ring through the halls, to see her smile at me when our paths cross.
What the actual fuck?
If I’m not careful, that girl is going to burrow her way deep under my flesh, all the way to my cold, dead heart—perhaps to find that it still has a pulse.
That’s the most ridiculous thought I’ve had since thinking I’mlonely.
I’m fine. I enjoy my secluded, simple life. She’s not going to change that.
I bring up the spreadsheet I’ve been staring at for the past fifteen minutes, once again trying to make sense of the numbers. Maybe I should go to my office in the city. I might get more work done there.
Instead I call Eve, my assistant, and have her set up a dinner reservation for tonight. I’m taking the girl out. It’s probably a terrible idea and I’m sure I’ll come to regret it. But it’s time that I show her off and publicly stake my claim on her. Plus, we have business to discuss.
After I hang up, I go in search of the girl. I find her in the kitchen with Luis. The scene before me makes me come to a sudden stop. My Italian cook has his hands on Sophia’s while he shows her how to knead dough. She’s smiling as she warmly chats with him.
My fingers ball into fists.
Like a fog of menace, I step into the kitchen and silence descends. They both glance up, freezing in place. The grin fades from the girl’s lips. Luis takes one long look at my expression, then decides to do the smart thing by quickly removing his hands from hers and backing away from the girl. His face drains of color.
“Signore, I was simply—”
“I don’t care for your excuses,” I snap, looking my cook up and down. He’s in his mid-fifties, balding, and carries his weight around his middle. Am I really worried he’ll steal Sophia away from me? I must be insane. Though stranger things have happened. Once upon a time, I overlooked another man as a threat, and that mistake cost me more than I’m willing to admit.
Plus, Luis’s temperament is much more palatable than mine. Average looks aside, a woman could find him charming, easy to talk to, a brilliant chef.
My eyes narrow on him. He begins to sweat in earnest.
The girl catches on to the context of our awkward exchange and rolls her eyes. My palms itch with the desire to spank the sass right out of her.
“You can’t be serious.” She turns to my cook. “I’m sorry your boss is such an asshole.”
Luis’s eyes bulge, panic flashes across his features.
Sophia continues, “You’re an excellent chef and anyone—besides him—would be grateful to have you. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t poisoned him by now. I know I would have.”
Oh, would she? I don’t know why I find that idea amusing. It’s not.
“Never!” Luis’s panic turns to dread. “I would never think of doing such a thing,Signore.”
“Well, you’re a better person than I am.” She pats him on the shoulder, and my attention latches on to where she’s touching him. Then shoots me a honey sweet smile. The sassy little minx. “Can’t you see you’re interrupting? What do you want anyway?”
Never mind spanking her, I’m going to fuck the sass out of her instead. If she can’t think straight, then she won’t be able to make smart remarks. Or maybe I’ll shut her up with my cock in her mouth. At that thought, my cock begins to grow hard. Goddamn it.
“Well?” She places her hands on her hips and impatiently taps one foot. Atme. I never let such insolence go unpunished. If I did, my rivals would have prevailed by now.
