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“Are you ignoring me now? Well, that’s mature! Fine. I didn’t want to talk to you anyway. I asked to see your mother, so take me to her and I will explain everything.”
"How is it possible that you can give me a headache and an erection at the same time?" I snapped and her eyes widened before a smug smile spread across her face. I gazed back out of the window to avoid her temptation.
"It's a talent. I also have many other talents. Did you enjoy your blowy earlier? You looked like you were bored shitless."
Snapping my head to hers, I gave her a warning glare, “I’ll kiss you if that’s what it takes to shut you up!”
Her eyes widened and then narrowed at me. “No you won’t. Because you said you would never kiss me until I told you I wanted you and you will be waiting a long time for that to happenSir!”
My eyes darkened and she swallowed when she realised what she had called me. A mischievous grin crept up my face and she looked away.
“You sure as hell looked like you wanted me earlier...I could see in your eyes how much you wanted me.” I smirked and she glared at me, a deep scarlet blush flaming over her cheeks. I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my lips as she opened the door before shouting back into the car.
“You are such a pig!”
I climbed out after her, following her clumsy, heavy stomps into the house and up the first flight of stairs. She turned halfway up and raised her finger in my face, “Has anyone ever told you that arrogance is the ugliest trait someone can possess?” Her words slurred slightly and she looked cute as fuck pointing her little finger at me. I sucked my bottom lip to suppress my laughter and she turned, marching back up the stairs. I followed her behind, keeping a little distance as I half expected her to try and slap me at this rate.
To my surprise, she started up the next set of steps towards my floor. I don’t think she even realised where she was heading as she turned again halfway up to give me another earful. “And just so you know, that little performance earlier was great foreplay for my date tonight, so I should be thanking you.”
My jaw tensed at her words and jealousy consumed me as I watched her sexy ass swaying up the rest of the steps in that little dress. She had better not have let him touch her. I will lose my shit and right now, I am using more control than I have ever mastered in my life.
Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I paused before climbing the last few steps and following her into my office. She huffed down into an armchair and kicked off her shoes. Now in the bright light of my office, I could really see the state of her face.
“Wait here,” I growled before storming into the bathroom and pouring some warm water into a bowl and grabbing a fluffy flannel. My hands trembled with anger as I turned the tap off. I would find whoever did this and I would kill him.
When I returned to my office, Olivia had helped herself to a glass of my whiskey. I took it from her hands and sat it on the desk before kneeling in front of her.
“Hey! I am drinking that! Do you have 'the Godfather'?”
“I think you have had enough!”
“There you go again. Mr control freak. Let me enjoy myself. I have earned it.”
“And how exactly have you earned it?” I challenged, taking my frustration out on the flannel as I twisted all the water out of it.
“Well I...” She thought hard and then leaned her head back against the chair, staring up at the ceiling. “How much trouble am I in?”
Despite my inner rage and frustration, I felt a smile form on my lips. “I’d say a lot.”
Her head lifted and she stared straight into my eyes. For a moment, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing as I got lost in the beauty of them.
“Am I fired? Is that man going to break in or take all your money?”
I chuckled and looked down at the flannel, folding it into a square and placing it in my hand ready to clean her up.
“No bambola. But I do want you to tell me what he looked like and where you were,” I was surprised by how soft and calm my voice came out. She creased her face, her little upturned nose wrinkling.
“What does bambola mean? You always call me that.”
I smiled as I lifted the flannel to her cheek that was red and swollen.
“Doll.”
She flinched as the cold flannel pressed against her skin and I kept my hand there holding it in place. My hand was nearly the size of her face, it was adorable.
“Doll? Why doll? You aren’t from Texas!”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “No I am definitely not. I am 100% Italian muscle.” I winked at her and she rolled her eyes. My smile fell and my gaze became intense as I stared at her face. “You remind me of a doll my nonna loved. I always used to stare at it for hours as a child. It was so beautiful.”
