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The morning sun creates a golden glow over in the foyer as I lean against the wall, clutching Giovanni's jacket in my hand. My heart beats wildly in anticipation of the game I'm about to play. When he finally appears, his dark hair combed neat and his hazel eyes searching the room, I hold up the jacket by one finger and offer him a sly smile.
"Thank you," I purr, my voice dripping with insinuation. The scent of my perfume wafts through the air as I've spritzed it generously on his jacket. After spending an evening enveloped in his intoxicating scent, I want mine to linger on him just as powerfully. As he takes the jacket from me, I watch his eyes close momentarily, savoring the aroma. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine – this game will be almost too easy to win.
"Shall we?" Giovanni extends his arm, leading me towards the car waiting outside. As we drive to the office, curiosity piques me, and I find myself asking about his daily routine.
"What's the schedule for today?" I inquire, acting innocent.
He glances at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "Same thing every day," he replies. "Answer emails and try to move the business forward."
"Sounds boring," I remark, tracing my fingers along the edge of the window. "You should learn to enjoy life more."
Giovanni's jaw tightens as he grips the steering wheel tighter. It makes me wonder if I'm getting to him. "Just remember to behave so you don't lose any points."
"Who says I intend to lose points?" I challenge, grinning wickedly. "I plan on earning them."
His eyes narrow suspiciously. "Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that?"
"Surely, I must have earned a point or two last night," I tease, biting my lip to suppress the giggle that threatens to escape.
He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, refusing to meet my gaze. "Is that so?" he mutters under his breath.
"Relax, Giovanni. I'm just teasing." But despite my reassurance, tension remains visible in the set of his shoulders and the tightness of his jaw.
The moment we step into the office, Giovanni informs me that he has a conference call to attend. I feign a pout and complain about my boredom, expressing my desire to join him in his meeting. He sighs, obviously reluctant to agree.
"Will you be able to behave yourself?" he asks, his voice dripping with skepticism.
"Of course," I reply, biting down on my lower lip, sensing the edges of his resolve beginning to fray.
"Fine," he says, "come into my office." As I make my way inside, I deliberately brush against him, feeling the heat of our bodies connecting for an instant. He remains frozen at the door, clearly affected by the contact. Clearing his throat, he follows me into the office and takes a seat behind his desk.
As he picks up the phone, I inquire about the nature of the call. "It's a call with Lawrence Sinclair," he explains. "We're discussing the status of our shipping company." I nod and offer a coy smile, intrigued by this glimpse into his business life.
Giovanni dials the number and switches to speakerphone. Lawrence’s deep voice fills the room as they dive into a conversation about renewing shipping contracts. I study Giovanni, allowing my gaze to linger on his chiseled features and dark, expressive eyes. My fingers idly twirl a loose strand of hair as I bite my lip sensually.
"Do you think we should offer a one year or three year renewal?" Lawrence asks.
Caught in my gaze, he fails to respond to Lawrence's questions. Relishing the power I hold over him, my smile widens.
"Giovanni?" Lawrence repeats his name, snapping Giovanni out of his trance.
"Sorry, could you repeat your question?" he stammers, attempting to regain his composure. Lawrence hesitates before asking if Giovanni needs to reschedule the meeting.
"No, everything's fine. Continue," Giovanni says defensively.
My heart races with excitement. Determined to push the boundaries and truly test Giovanni's resolve, I pretend to scribble notes on a piece of paper. My pencil slips from my fingers, clattering to the floor and rolling behind me. Rising from my seat, I bend over dramatically, giving him the perfect view. The air between us crackles with electricity.
"Oops," I say, as I retrieve my pencil and straighten up. I catch Giovanni's eyes boring into me, his expression a blend of desire and irritation. It's clear he's onto my little game.
"Miss Manuel, come here right now," he commands in a stern voice, placing Lawrence on hold and muting the call. My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, I wonder if I've pushed too far. But there is no turning back now.
With slow, deliberate steps, I approach his desk. He pats his leg, indicating where he wants me to stand. I raise an eyebrow in disbelief but comply, positioning myself beside him. Without warning, he bends me over and delivers a firm smack to my behind.
I whirl around, shock and indignation written all over my face, but his smirk tells another story altogether. "Consider that a warning," he informs me coolly. "If you continue this behavior, you'll earn a demerit point."
"Fine," I huff, returning to my seat, heat rising in my cheeks. But deep down, the sting sends a strange thrill through me, leaving me even more aroused than before.
