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Giovanni locked eyes with me as a slow, sadistic smile played on his lips. “Trust me. I will make it my mission to ensure it is unforgettable.”
Fuck.
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It was lunchtime before I saw Cecilia again. Standing in front of the kitchen sink, I started to wash up everything I had used to make the children’s lunch as they sat at the kitchen island, happily munching away. I had a perfect view of the outdoor swimming pool from here, which was one of the reasons I was so keen to do the washing up today. Ok. That was a lie. That was the only reason.
There in the pool was the sexiest specimen of the male form I had ever seen in my life. Gliding through the water with grace and agility and, not to mention, power in each of his strokes, Giovanni was putting on quite a show. Obviously, he had no idea I was watching him, and he was just doing his own laps for fitness, but I wasn’t complaining. I am pretty sure I have washed the same plate three times over, as I haven't been able to peel my eyes away from his rippling back muscles or that very firm, tight ass in those swimming shorts. Thank God it was a skiing holiday and not a beach resort this weekend. I don’t think my libido could handle seeing him like this every day.
“He could have been in the Olympics, you know? If he had stuck at it,” A whimsical voice sounded from over my right shoulder and I jumped, dropping the plate into the bubbly sink of water, causing a splash to soak my face and top. I gasped and a small giggle came from the woman who had sneaked up on me and shamelessly saw me perving on her son.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” her voice was laced with laughter, and I felt my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “You know we have people who will do that for you? You do not need to clean up.”
“It’s okay. I really don’t mind.”Well, today I don’t mind.“Did you say the Olympics?”
“Yes. He swam every day until he turned sixteen and his hormones got in the way of his talent. Swimming was no longer cool then. He was more interested in teenage boy things and so he let it go to waste. His coach was extremely pissed, as was I. But what can you do?”
I smiled at her and allowed my eyes a quick glance over to see him effortlessly somersault at the end of the pool to push off the wall and start a new lap. He was good. Of course he was. I bet there is nothing this man can’t do. Another reason to add to my list of why he is so annoying.
Yes. That is what it has come to. Having to keep a mental list of all the reasons I should ignore this insane pull towards this desirable man. It was getting harder and harder each day. No, each hour, minute, second.
“So, the contract. You wanted to discuss it?” She leaned against the kitchen unit and regarded me patiently.
“Yes. I am extremely grateful for the position and the...um...generous salary but there are a few conditions I wondered about and whether they could be tweaked?”
She kept her face passive as I spoke, allowing me to continue.
“It said that I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement. That I wouldn’t share any information about the family outside of the premises. What does that really mean and why? Is it like a confidentiality agreement because I would never discuss Sani or Raya to anyone outside of work and – “
She placed her hand on my forearm to silence my babbling. “Yes and no. It is like a confidentiality agreement, yes. But it is for the whole family and everything you may hear or see behind these walls.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
“It is just a precaution, my dear. We cannot have important information about our businesses leaked outside of this house. I am sure you have heard rumours around the Buccini name. Well, we like to keep them exactly that. Rumours.” She gave me a pointed glare and I gulped. It was a warning. Anything that happens inside this household must stay behind these walls. I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that, so I decided to move on to the next question I had.
“The contract says it is for a year. Cecilia, I wasn’t intending to stay in Italy for a whole year,” I said quietly, so the children didn't hear. She blinked slowly a few times, deep in thought.
“I see. How long were you intending to stay?”
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure. I can’t exactly say until my murderous stepbrother is found and put in prison and I am safe to return to my previous life. “I don’t know. I don’t really have a plan, but to sign up to stay for one whole year is quite a big deal. I hope you are not offended.”
She smiled at me sweetly. “Not at all. I understand. It is a big commitment. How about this...? You can sign the contract for a year, but I will remove the clause that says it is binding. If you decide to leave, just give us two weeks' notice and that will be sufficient.”
I was a little taken aback by her kindness. I expected her to be a little harder to sway on these terms.
“That is very kind. Thank you.”
“So, will you sign? And come with us to France?” she looked at me hopefully and I nodded once with a small smile. She clapped her hands excitedly and did a little jig on the spot. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips at seeing her so youthful and happy.
I turned when I felt his presence and my laughter immediately stopped. Oh lord have mercy...
Giovanni was standing in the kitchen wearing only his dripping wet swimming shorts that stuck to his skin and his...uhm... substantial package. So, he was gifted in that department too. Just great! Droplets of water zigzagged down his ripped torso and he had a towel hanging around his neck loosely. His mischievous eyes were fixed on me, and I swear I nearly moaned out loud at the sight of him.
“Giovanni! You are dripping all over my floor!! You are soaking wet!!” Cecilia raced towards him, pushing his gigantic back to guide him out the door.
“I’m not the only one...” he smirked and raised his eyebrows at me before strolling out of the room with an arrogant swagger.
For the first time, I had to admit he wasn’t wrong...
