My chest loosened with each floor the elevator climbed, relief flooding me when I didn't see Mr. Rossi in the elevator. Maybe yesterday had just been a blip, an anomaly in the otherwise strictly professional dynamic we maintained.Settling into my desk, I tried to look at some work. By 8:25, I was brewing his coffee, the rich aroma filling the small office kitchen. At 8:30 sharp, I knocked on his door."Come in."His voice was as crisp and businesslike as ever. I entered, placing the steaming mug on his desk. “Here’s your coffee, Mr. Rossi.”“Thank you,” he said, his tone clipped but polite.Taking a deep breath, I decided to just get it over with. "Mr. Rossi, about the other night, the clothes and—"His head snapped up, his expression shuttered, devoid of any warmth. It was like he'd flipped a switch, all trace of the man from that night gone. "Miss Vargas, don't you think it's best to keep personal matters out of the workplace?"His words, delivered with an icy calm, were like a sla
The meeting dragged on, each minute an eternity. I sat there, trying to appear composed, my mind racing with the promise Mr. Rossi had made. Every glance he sent my way, every subtle touch of his hand on the table, sent a jolt of anticipation through me. His hand, though, was a constant presence, a phantom beneath the table. I could feel the heat radiating from it, and the occasional brush against my leg sent shivers up my spine. He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch.The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement. I had to be careful, this was a business meeting, not a tryst. But I couldn'
The city lights shimmered outside my penthouse windows, a glittering sea of neon and glass. But I couldn't see them. My gaze was fixed on the phone, my thumb tracing the edge of my silver case. I was on the phone with one of the estate managers, the one I had a contract with for high-end properties. "Anything available?" I asked, my voice clipped, the words barely a whisper above the city's hum. "Mr. Rossi, you know I only deal with the best. Right now, I have a stunning three-bedroom penthouse in Tribeca, but it's going fast. There's also a beautiful townhouse in Greenwich Village, but that one requires a full renovation. And then there's a lovely modern apartment on the Upper West Side…"I stopped him, "Just the penthouse in Tribeca."My thumb moved to the call-end button, but I paused, my mind racing. She didn't need a penthouse, but I wanted her to have the best. I hated this. I hated how this woman, my assistant, was getting under my skin. I was supposed to be above all this,
Mr. Rossi appeared in the doorway of my office, his presence filling the small space like a tangible force. He tossed me a set of car keys, his expression unreadable. "Go wait in the car," he said, his voice as cool as the marble floor beneath my feet. I didn’t question him, just nodded and walked out, my stomach doing flips. The thought of being alone with him in his car was terrifying, exhilarating, and confusing all at once. I settled into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin. My eyes were drawn to the city lights twinkling outside the windows, a mesmerizing tapestry of color against the night sky. Then, I saw him, stepping out of the building. He moved with such grace, his aura radiating power and confidence. His movements were calculated, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He was undeniably handsome, with chiseled features and a jawline that could cut glass.He was a man who demanded attention, and here I was, lost in my own internal turmoil. As he
A month and a half. That's all it had taken. A month and a half of navigating the labyrinthine corridors of Rossi's Enterprise, of dodging the sharp elbows and sharper tongues of the power players, of learning the unspoken rules and the even more unspoken desires. And today, Mr. Rossi wanted to see me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I knocked on his door. The sound was swallowed by the thick silence of his office, only to be followed by a gruff "Come in." My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me sent a wave of heat flooding through my body.Mr. Rossi sat behind his desk, a mountain of mahogany almost as much authority as he dis. His usual crisp suit was loosened, his tie pulled loose and hanging like a forgotten promise. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin, his nice tattoos and the crisp lines of his collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed, strong and tanned, the veins p
The phone buzzed on my desk, the familiar tune of Rossi's Enterprise ringing through the quiet afternoon. I picked it up, my voice calm and professional, "Rossi's Enterprise, how can I be of help to—" "Put your boss on the line," a gruff voice cut me off, the words raw and laced with a chilling edge. My hand tightened around the receiver. "Mr. Rossi is indisposed at the moment and unable to take your call. Can I take a message?" My polite refusal was met with a deafening silence, thick with unspoken menace. It stretched on, each second amplifying the pounding in my chest. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and menacingly calm, sending chills racing down my spine."Put Luca on the fucking line. Or I’ll walk into that building and put a bullet through your fucking brain, Lena Roselle fucking Vargas, as well as your boss if I so please."My blood ran cold. Each word was enunciated with chilling precision. He didn't yell, didn't need to. The quiet threat held more power than an
The wind whipped through my hair as I sat beside Mr. Rossi, watching his profile as he drove. His hands, strong and sure, held mine, one gently guiding the steering wheel, the other warm and comforting in mine. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as he navigated the familiar streets, his focus unwavering, his presence a strange mix of calming and unnerving.He was an enigma, this man, this boss, this… secret lover. I didn’t know what to call him, what to make of him. He had swept me off my feet, but I was caught in a whirlwind of confusion. Who was he? This man who smiled at the mention of a threat, a bullet aimed at both of us? This man who remained calm and collected while I was terrified, who never once flinched at the danger that had been thrown our way. My gaze drifted to his lips, the way they curved into a smirk when he spoke, the way they seemed to hold back unspoken words. I needed to know him, to understand the man that had become both my boss and my secret lover,
Mr Rossi -Luca’s chest rumbled with a satisfied sigh as he gently scooped me up from the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me back to the bed, his touch firm yet surprisingly tender. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a shiver of anticipation course through me. Leaning down, he trailed a searing kiss along my collarbone, his fingers working at the clasp of my bra. It came undone with a soft click, and my breasts, still damp with his essence, spilled free. He inhaled sharply, his gaze lingering on their fullness before he shifted to cover me completely. With a swift tug, he pulled my pants down, his touch lingering on my hip, my thigh, the sensitive skin of my inner knee. He paused, his eyes fixed on the juncture between my legs, his gaze making my core throb. I felt hot and swollen, my body desperate for his touch. “Fucking beautiful” he breathed, the word a prayer against my skin. He lowered his head, his tongue tr