Two

GABRIELLE'S POV

The door to my office swung open, breaking my concentration, and the culprit did not even bother to be gentle when he closed it. I glanced up from my laptop, my reprimand dying on my lips as our eyes clashed.

If it wasn't for his casual appearance, I would have thought he was a Mafia Don or a cop, and no wonder since he carried himself like a person who wielded authority, and wasn't usually on the receiving end of a command. 

Was he a businessman? There was no meeting scheduled for me this morning or did Elena forget again?

I assessed him from head to toe as he got closer to my desk. He seemed to have no flaw, and he looked almost too perfect, and that narrowed down to two things in my head, He was either an undercover detective or just some guy my rivals sent as a distraction. They knew the kind of men I liked. This one fits the bills and more.

I watched him watch me. His blue eyes were intense, and he seemed to have no trouble holding my gaze steadily. It was both interesting and weird, and I could feel my blood start to heat up as my heartbeat accelerated. 

His physique was nice and as I took in every inch of him, I couldn't help my thoughts turning sexual. He looked so tough that I couldn't help but wonder what he would sound like if I pulled on his hair just right. I also wanted to see how he would react if I told him I wanted to tie him up and mark up his flawless skin. Would he be shocked or disgusted? 

I smirked, almost salivating at the idea, then paused. This was new... I've never wanted to dominate anyone from the first moment I met them before. They had to work for my attention and endure a lot of pain to prove that they could take what I had to give. It was a bit unnerving that this man had my attention from the get-go.

He was tall. At least two inches taller than me. He was broader too, so I guess those who sent him might not have carried out their investigation well after all because I preferred my men shorter, and easier to control, especially since I had no patience to coarse and make them submit. 

I preferred submissive men. But there were some instances that I had had to sexually dominate masculine men. It happened mostly when I was raging. The stronger the man, the harder I could punish, him without worrying about him dying. Not that I cared, but I tried to avoid the unnecessary. 

I only had one partner at the moment and it was purely sexual. He did want more and if he kept pushing for it, I might have to get rid of him.

"Hi, Miss Gabrielle, I am Angelo, your new personal assistant". He said with confidence. His voice was deep, almost sensual. My belly fluttered and I felt as if I was on the edge of something. 

Everything about him screamed dominance, but I was always up for a challenge, and I was going to enjoy taming this bad boy, especially if he had been sent by my enemies. 

I relaxed into my seat, flipping my pen. "You're late. Why don't I just fire you this instant since you've shown how incompetent you'll be if I let you keep your job"

I saw the wheels practically turning in his head. I knew he could see no reaction on my face to indicate if I was joking or serious, so he was trying to decipher the seriousness of my words. 

I tended to be very impassive when I wanted to be. It was an art that I'd mastered over the years. When you had a grandfather always searching for ways to manipulate your emotions, you learned to school your features to avoid it.

He stood straighter. "I am not incompetent, I can assure you of that. I came as soon as I was called in and that would be twenty minutes ago. You've read my resume, I'm sure you've seen those that recommended me. I am very good at what I do".

"Sure you are. But let's get one thing straight, I don't care about your recommendations Angelo. If you were to get fired by me, trust me, you wouldn't be getting any jobs ever".

"Do you always threaten your new assistants, because am starting to see why they left" he got out and I felt a thrill, it went all the way down my spine. He was feisty, and I loved it. I'd like to damage him a little though, but no permanent scars, his flesh looked too gorgeous to be marred. 

I sat up, hands on the desk, and held his gaze. "They didn't leave Angelo. they were fired and so will you if you don't learn to follow all my rules." I threatened in my cold dark voice that I reserved for my victims while I tortured them. I won't tell him about what happened to some of the people I decide to fire though. I didn't want to scare him off.

He doesn't flinch, and It was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I didn't want him to squirm. I wanted him to give me a good fight before he surrendered. I'd get bored if he did surrender, but I'd have had my fun by then. 

"Well, I am here to work for you so of course, I have to follow your rules. Do you need me to do anything right now?" He looked around the office, his hands clutching at his case like he didn't know what else to do with them. I'll make those decisions for him, from now on.

"Yes, Angelo. I want you to stand right where you are with your arms behind your back, your knees apart, and also make sure your spine Is straight. Stay still and be quiet for two hours." I ordered, deciding to start small to see how obedient he could be. His facial expressions were precious and comical.

He couldn't decide if I was bluffing or serious and I waited patiently. He gaped at me, his eyes wide and his jaw almost touching the floor. 

Such an open book. I was starting to doubt that he was a cop, or maybe he was that good. I love a good game. I stared at him, knowing he was going to rebel, everything about him screamed it.

"Excuse me, but that is not in my job description Sir... err... Ma'am " he almost stuttered and it was a bit comic-like but I didn't find it funny.

He was outright defying a simple order and it did not sit well with me, considering he was just a mere personal assistant that I happened to fancy. 

"You clearly don't understand your position here Angelo, perhaps, you need me to explain it to you once more" I drawled and stood up from my desk, stalking towards him. He doesn't move as I get closer. This was interesting. Should I pull out my dagger? I wonder what he'd look like when he was truly afraid. Shame it won't be today, but I was always ready to play.

"You have no job description. you do whatever I want you to, whenever I want you to, and if I want you on your fucking knees, you will get on your knees for me" I was right in his face. He finally stepped back a bit to keep a reasonable space between us. I closed it up. He took another step back. I ate up the space until his back connected with my door, his gaze darted to it as my hands landed at the side of his face, trapping him under my gaze.

I did have to look up at him due to his height and It was fucking annoying. "Do you understand me, Angelo?"

He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable and I wondered if I affected him the same way he did to me. Looking closely, I could see some signs that he was, for starters, his eyes were a bit dilated, and he was breathing faster than he was some seconds back. A smile almost tugged at my lips.

His voice was laced with anxiety when he finally spoke. "Yes, I do"

I pulled my hand back, moving away from him, and from the corner of my eyes, I noticed him exhaling shakily. 

"Good, now do as you're told," I said, leaving no room for argument. He complied, albeit reluctantly. He made a pretty view. I walked back to my desk, contended.

I'd have to work on his reluctance. I needed him to be compliant enough, he should be willing to obey all my orders without me having to repeat myself.

My phone rang and it was Luciano. I answered the call.

He went straight to business. "It's done".

"Good. I am on my way". I ended the call looking up at Angelo and catching him off guard. He had been listening to my conversation. An undercover cop then. I got up and grabbed my suit off the rack.

"Stand where you are until I get back. You'll officially start work tomorrow" I said, walking out of the office. I noticed his astonished face. It was a nice look on him. I wanted to find out all his reactions if I could. Well, I had all the time to figure them out and I was going to. 

We left in the company car and as we got under the bridge, I switched cars and then drove undetected towards my safe house. It was more of a torture chamber but I preferred to be more modern about it.

We arrived in no time. From the outside, it looked like a sophisticated modern building with high-level technology, it was, just never go into the basement or the laboratory. 

once I got in I turned on all the security appliances. The whole outside perimeter of the house was electrified and anyone who came too close would have no one to blame for their death.

I walked down the stairs with my guards on my tail. once I got into the dungeon, the door clicked shut behind me. I smiled as I saw my victim fighting his bindings, yelling furiously like a rabid dog who wanted to take a bite out of its owner. This was going to be a fun day.