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"You forgot the receipt," Vanessa replies, her voice dripping with condescension. "You probably don't know this since you're so new, but you need it for an expense report." She tosses it onto Lulu's desk with a dismissive flick of her wrist, causing Lulu to catch it midair.
"Sorry," Lulu retorts, licking her lips and giving her a saccharine smile. "I was caught up in other things." Her brown eyes lock on mine for a moment, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Vanessa asks me pointedly, placing emphasis on the last word.
"Actually," Lulu interrupts, her voice sultry and confident, "I've got him covered. In every way."
I wish I could stand up and send Vanessa back to the elevator, but the bulge in my pants makes that impossible right now. Instead, I remain seated, watching the tension unfold between my two employees.
"Fine," Vanessa huffs before storming back into the elevator. Lulu stands, waving goodbye with exaggerated enthusiasm as the doors close.
"Really, Lulu?" I chide her, trying to keep my tone light. "You shouldn't taunt her like that."
"She's a bitch," Lulu shrugs nonchalantly. "I've been around enough women to know one when I see one. Someone needs to put her in her place – and I'm more than happy to help with that."
"Is it possible she's not the problem here?" I ask, smirking. "Could it be that there's something else motivating her behavior?"
"Like what?" Lulu feigns innocence.
"Never mind," I sigh, recognizing the futility of this conversation. The truth is, I can't get enough of Lulu's chaotic spirit, even if it complicates matters in the office.
The pressure in my pants finally subsides, and I stand up to face Lulu.
"Back to work," I tell her firmly, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. "If you're so sure there's nothing else motivating Vanessa's behavior, then this conversation is over."
Lulu hesitates, her lips parting as if she's about to respond. I can see the internal conflict playing out in her eyes, torn between admitting her jealousy and refusing to let me win. It's obvious that she has a competitive streak in her – and she never wants to bow to anyone.
"Fine," she says finally, her voice defiant. "I'm sure."
"Of course you are," I reply, shaking my head in amusement. "You really are a princess after all."
She purses her lips in confusion, and I can see the question forming on her tongue. But before she can ask, I close my office door between us, cutting off any further conversation.
As I lock the door behind me, I try to shake off the lingering memories of Lulu's touch. But it's impossible. The taste of her lips still lingers in my mouth, making it difficult to think straight. With a frustrated sigh, I pull out a box of tissues and sit down at my desk.
Unzipping my pants, I wrap the tissue around my cock and begin to stroke myself, letting the memory of Lulu's soft lips against mine fuel my arousal. I've never had to do this at the office before, but she's driving me to distraction, and I can't focus on anything else.
In my mind, I picture her standing before me, that same fiery spirit coming alive in her eyes, but somehow subdued when our lips meet. I imagine pressing her down onto my desk, flipping up her dress, and taking her the way I've been fantasizing about since the moment I met her. The thought of her on her knees in front of me, my name a breathless praise on her lips, is enough to send me over the edge.
As I come back to reality, wiping the sweat from my brow, I know that I'm in deep with Lulu – far deeper than I ever intended. And despite the danger it poses, I can't help but crave more of her fiery spirit and the way she melts into me when we kiss.
ChapterEighteen
It's been an entire week of absolute boredom at the office. The fleeting moments where Giovanni crossed the professional line with me are a distant memory. If anything, he seems to be evenmoreprofessional, which is the most irritating thing I could ever endure.
His cold attitude and lack of attention has made me redouble my efforts to get into his systems and find a way out of this place. I don't care how good of a kisser he is. I shouldn't have let him distract me in the first place. Even though he knows about my hacking attempts doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to get into his systems. Not after the text messages I received this morning from my mother.
Things with my father's trial are not going well, and it's becoming more obvious that he's going to be convicted. As a result, El Lobo, a rival gang in Miami, has decided this is their time to seize control, and things have been getting more and more unsafe for my family by the day. My mother and sister practically live under armed guard now and don't leave the house. I can't continue to stay here and be Giovanni's prisoner when things are going so poorly at home. Even if my feelings for him are becoming more conflicted by the day.
Hearing Giovanni scream my name from inside his office makes panic well up in my stomach. I push my keyboard back in and switch off my monitor, breathing heavily.
"Lucia!" Giovanni yells again, his voice laced with impatience.
I redoubled my efforts when I got into work this morning, searching for a way to disable his security system, either at work or the mansion. It's uncanny how he knows where I am at all times, and I need to figure out how. My shoulder begins to ache, and I rub it absentmindedly.
"Lucia!" he shouts once more, his voice growing angrier.
I don't rush to his office immediately like some lost puppy dog, so he storms out and rounds my desk. I can see the fury in his eyes and feel my heart race even faster.
