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Giovanni waves it off with a dismissive gesture. "That happens in offices. It's important not to get carried away with things."
I feel a surge of jealousy, but I also like that he doesn't seem interested in her. He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes and comes over to sit on the edge of my desk.
"Why do you seem so upset about it?" he asks, leaning closer.
"No reason," I lie, looking away from him. But he leans even closer, his breath warm on my cheek as he teases me about my possible jealousy.
"Never thought of it, but maybe I'll go for it," he teases me further, his voice low and dangerous. "It would be cheaper than hiring a prostitute, and she definitely seems like she'd put out."
My blood boils, and I glare at him with rage in my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. He has the audacity to grab my chin, brushing his thumb against my lips as if he's daring me to say something.
"Are you jealous?" he asks again, a devilish smirk playing on his face.
"Absolutely not," I snap, trying to sound convincing as my heart thuds in my chest.
"Maybe I should consider switching your jobs then," he muses, his dark eyes boring into mine. "You could go work for her supervisor, and she can come up here and work right where you're sitting. She did say she wanted to sit on my lap after all. I'd happily give her a ride."
"Go right ahead," I challenge, refusing to back down. It hurts to imagine her in my place, but I won't let him see that.
He brings his face even closer until our lips are almost touching, our breath mingling. His scent is intoxicating, and I struggle to keep myself composed.
"Admit it," he whispers, the words dancing over my skin, making me shiver. "You're jealous. Admit it, and I'll give you what you want."
"All I want is my freedom," I reply, my voice shaking slightly.
"Freedom? Is that why you kissed me on the cheek this morning?" he taunts. "You want something else from me."
"Office relationships with employees should be avoided," I repeat his own words back to him, trying to regain some control over the situation.
"Good thing you're not my employee, then," he says, his voice low and sultry.
ChapterSeventeen
Isit on Lulu's desk, my fingers curling around her delicate chin, and I find myself lost in the depths of her chocolate eyes. How did we find ourselves entwined in this twisted dance? The thought of kissing her again arouses me. Once was bad enough, twice unfathomable, but now, as I contemplate a third time, I feel like a stranger to myself.
Never before have I crossed such boundaries in the office, let alone with a woman who isn't on my payroll. Yet here I am, inexplicably drawn to Lulu – a girl locked away in my mansion, likely holding nothing but contempt for me in her heart.
"Stop staring at me like that," she whispers, her breath warm and inviting against my lips.
"Like what?" I ask.
"Like you're about to devour me," she retorts, her eyes flickering with a mixture of playfulness and defiance.
I can't resist any longer. I lean in, pressing my lips against hers, and she succumbs just as easily as the previous times. Kissing women isn't part of my repertoire; correction, it wasn't until Lulu entered my life. With each kiss, I crave more of her, desperate to unravel the enigma that she is.
As our lips dance together, I notice her movements differ from those of other women I've known. She seems nervous, inexperienced even, making me wonder how many men she's allowed this close before. Simultaneously, she possesses an unyielding confidence, pushing me to my limits like no one else has. The desire to know more about her consumes me, and I realize just how little I truly understand this captivating woman.
"Tell me something about yourself, Lulu," I murmur into her mouth, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
"Like what?" she breathes out, her eyes darting away from mine for a split second.
"Anything," I say, "Something that no one else knows."
But, I don't wait for her answer. I move back in. A low moan escapes Lulu's lips, the sweet sound sending shivers down my spine. I hadn't even realized my hands had been exploring the soft curves of her body, craving more contact with her warm skin. As our mouths devour each other, time seems to stand still – until the elevator chimes, jolting us back to reality just as the doors slide open.
"Shit," I mutter under my breath, pulling away from Lulu at lightning speed. I look up to see Vanessa stepping out into the hallway, her narrowed eyes darting between us like a hawk sizing up its prey.
"What do you need, Vanessa?" Lulu asks defiantly, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.
