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Unfazed, Giovanni resumes his call with Lawrence, discussing numbers and contracts for another ten minutes. When the call finally ends, he looks at me, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighs.
"Simple, just let me go," I retort. "Then you wouldn't have to put up with me."
"Nice try," he smirks. "But is there something you want?"
"Absolutely not," I protest, getting up from my seat. "Not every woman on this planet is waiting for your touch, Giovanni."
As I leave his office and close the door behind me, I hear his voice echo in my ears, "Not every woman, but perhaps one." My heart races, and I smile.
ChapterFifteen
Every morning, I meet Giovanni in the foyer, each day donning a different outfit that clings to my curves and accentuates my features. I can't help but notice how his gaze lingers on me for a moment longer than necessary before he turns away with a hint of a smile. Despite my best efforts to entice him, to draw him back to that electrifying night in the gardens, he remains infuriatingly composed.
It's Thursday now, and I sit at my desk, pouting as my frustration grows. Not only have I failed to capture his attentions, but my attempts to hack into his systems have been equally fruitless. I have an idea brewing that I want to try tomorrow, but the day is already waning, and it's too late to begin now.
The sound of the office door opening brings me out of my thoughts. A tall man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes walks in, and I instantly recognize him as Roman Kingsley, the CFO of Giovanni's software company. His chiseled jawline and broad shoulders make him undeniably attractive, and there's an air of cold professionalism about him that reminds me so much of Giovanni.
"Is Giovanni available?" Roman asks, his voice smooth and confident.
"Give me a minute, and I'll let him know you're here," I reply, rising from my seat.
I make my way over to Giovanni's office. Knocking on the door, I hear a muffled "come in" before entering. Giovanni looks up from his work, his intense hazel eyes meeting mine.
"Roman Kingsley is here for you," I inform him.
"Send him in," he says, then adds, "You want to sit in on the meeting, don't you?"
"Can I?" I ask.
"Have you earned the privilege?" he deadpans, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, I think I have," I reply, smirking at his sarcasm.
"Right. Silly me for asking," he retorts, rolling his eyes but gesturing for me to stay regardless. The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.
"Fine, you can sit in on the meeting, but only if you're on your best behavior."
"Always am," I reply with a wink, earning a dramatic sigh from Giovanni. I turn to Roman, gesturing for him to follow me into the office.
Roman's blue eyes rake over me as we enter, a question forming in his features as he looks between Giovanni and me. Giovanni's gaze conveys an unspoken warning, and I feel excitement at the challenge.
"Lucia is filling in for Mariana while she's on maternity leave," Giovanni explains, adding, "She'll be sitting in on our meetings for some hands-on experience."
Roman's lips twist into a barely concealed grimace, but he nods and takes a seat regardless. As their conversation turns to software, I abandon my plans to distract Giovanni and find myself genuinely intrigued by the discussion.
"None of our developers can pinpoint the problem," Roman laments, frustration seeping through his voice. "The new update is causing random crashes, and it's affecting our users significantly."
Giovanni seems agitated, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk. "What's your proposed solution?"
"Truthfully, I don't know yet," Roman admits, exasperated.
"Describe the glitch," Giovanni demands, leaning forward in his chair.
Roman hesitates, then dives into a detailed explanation of the faulty software. It involves a memory leak that spirals out of control, causing system crashes. As he speaks, gears turn in my head, and I become increasingly certain that I recognize the issue.
"Roman, can you pull up the software on Giovanni's computer?" I interrupt, unable to contain my excitement.
Both men stare at me, surprise etched into their faces. Roman appears annoyed, but Giovanni studies me intently. I meet his gaze, determination burning within me. "I think I know what the problem is."
