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I arrived at the Buccini mansion earlier than I needed to get my plan in motion. Pulling out the black tape, I covered the games room doorway, blocking their entrance and locked the door. They would not be going there until they had both had some genuine fun that didn’t involve a screen. These kids may have had all the latest trends and technology, but they were deprived of a childhood. Silly games, running around the lawn chasing the sprinklers, that kind of stuff. Today was going to be all about that. FUN.
Happy with my masterpiece, I stood back with my hands on my hips as I noticed a huge, bulky figure heading towards me. He took one look at the door and gave me a confused glance. Today was a new day and I was even going to attempt to get on the good side of this man.
“Good morning Marco, how are you today?” I smiled genuinely up at him, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“Good signorina. Although I think you are a little crazy to be restricting the games room from those two,” he looked over the black tape zigzagging across the door and then back at me.
“I think I have to be a little crazy to be doing this job altogether, don’t you think?” I asked and I saw a little ghost of a smile play on his lips. “Could you let me know when the little darlings wake up Marco? I am just going to have a word with Mr Buccini.”
He nodded his head as I walked away and made my way up the carpeted stairs to the top floor. I wasn’t even sure which room was his office or if he would even be awake yet. I saw an older woman come running frantically up the stairs towards me, her face crippled with irritation and fear.
“Signorina Jones. You are not authorised to be up here. Please come down immediately,” she ordered, but I shook my head.
“No, I need to speak to Mr Buccini. It’s very important. Could you please go and inform him that I am waiting?” I said confidently as her face paled with shock.
“No need,” said that husky voice that created an unwanted, pleasurable bubble to form in my stomach. I turned quickly and my heart started thundering in my chest. Holy fuck. The man before me was wearing nothing but grey joggers, his raven hair that was normally styled back so smartly, looked soft and messy on top of his head. And his body… I had never seen a more deliciously formed male torso in my life. His eight pack was ripped and carved by the gods and his pec muscles were so large, causing his chest to look broad and intimidating. His biceps were nearly the size of my head, and one arm adorned an impressive sleeve of tattoos. I gulped as my eyes drank him in and when they settled on his sleepy face, I saw him failing to hide the smug grin at catching me ogling.
“Like what you see?”
I lifted my chin higher and narrowed my eyes at him. A moment of weakness. That was all that was. It took me by surprise. That's all. I had composed myself and I was still determined as hell to give him a piece of my mind.
“Oh, mi dispiace signore…” the housekeeper mumbled in a timid voice, clearly terrified she was going to be blamed for my actions, but Giovanni held up his hand and she stopped talking instantly.
“It’s okay. I will see Olivia in my office now,” he nodded, and she curtsied before turning to walk back down the stairs, but not before shooting daggers at me.
Giovanni strode confidently towards me and opened the door right in front, gesturing for me to enter first. I kept my face blank as I walked past him into the room. I was momentarily stunned by the drastic change of décor. Everything was so dark and depressing. A huge contrast from the cream, white and gold theme that ran through the house.
I stood still in the middle of the room and refused to take a seat when he pointed to an armchair in front of his desk. Seeing my refusal, he perched on the front of his desk and folded his arms across his chest, causing his biceps to bulge.
“Are you not going to put a top on?” I didn’t try to hide my distaste. He smirked.
“Is the sight of me half naked really so tempting that you cannot control yourself?” I rolled my eyes and folded my own arms across my chest, mimicking his stance.
“Fine. This won’t take long anyway,” I started as I glared directly into his dark eyes. “I would like to retract my acceptance of the double salary.” A deep frown set on his face. “I know why you did it and I will not be guilt-tripped into whoring myself out to you for money. I don’t know who you think you are but I am not the kind of women who- “
Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was wrapped around my throat, and he had slammed me up against the drinks cabinet, his body caging mine. His grip was firm but not painful, yet my eyes widened in fear all the same. He glared down at me and, for the first time, I saw what everyone else seemed to know. He was someone to be feared. His inky eyes danced with pure rage as his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. I hated to admit it but even in his anger, he was hot as hell.
“You think that is why I doubled your salary? To sleep with you? I am Giovanni Buccini and I can fuck whoever I like whenever I like. I don’t have to pay for it, sweetheart.”
My lips parted and his angry glare turned into one of intense desire when he looked down at my lips hungrily. My breathing was coming out in quick, sharp gasps as I stared into his eyes, his musky scent causing my head to sway. He loosened his grip on my throat, instead, he slowly traced his fingers down to my collarbone, brushing my wavy dark hair away from one shoulder. I stood motionless. The fear had evaporated and was now replaced by an intense burning need to feel his hands everywhere on me. His fingertips grazed along the swell of my breast in my tight strappy top and then he travelled them back up towards my neck. Every feathery touch left a trail of tingles in its wake and a need ached between my legs.
“Don’t play these games with me, Olivia. I will always win,” he husked and I bit my lip without realising. His thumb pulled it out from between my teeth and he leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against mine so lightly. I was surprised by how soft they felt as my eyes fluttered closed. I could smell his minty breath as I sucked my breath in.
“If you bite your lip one more time, I won’t hesitate to bite it for you,” he whispered against them.
My eyes snapped open and my brain suddenly caught up with the precarious situation I was in. What was I doing?
I needed to get some distance from this man. I shoved at his chest hard, and he took a step back from me. I finally felt like I could breathe again.
“I could sue you for sexual harassment in the workplace,” I breathed, but to my horror, my voice was laced with just as much need and lust as his. I wanted to curse myself. His face creased with amusement as a low, soft chuckle left his lips. The sound was so alluring, my core tightened in response.
“I’d like to see you try, bambola. You can deny it all you want, but your body is so receptive to me. You want me and I want you. Why torture ourselves?” His eyes held mine in challenge and I felt the anger starting to rise again. This was always just about sex for him. His mind was always in the gutter, and I would be damned if I gave into him.
“Your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth right now with the amount of shit that comes out of it,” I snarled, glaring at him.
Mirth flashed across his features which for some reason pissed me off more. I wanted to make him angry but instead he just seemed entertained by my insult.
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Maybe I should teach you how to put it to better use,” he flirted outrageously, and I sent him a disgusted look before turning to leave the room.
