“Can you tell me where you are? Please?”
“Just leaving the Legacy Hotel,” I replied.
“What are you doing there?”
“Private party.”
“I’m coming.”
“I’m in a taxi already,” I huffed.
Alfie finally got off the phone with me once he knew I was taken safely back to my condo. The first thing I did when I walked through my door was scrub my body clean in the shower.
Chapter 17
I woke up to a text from Luca saying the office would be closed for observation and to let the staff know. Observation? What was being observed? There must be something big my brother has planned today, and he wants the building cleared. Thinking of something on the spot, I sent a blast e-mail letting everyone know the office would be closed, only to get hit with questions I didn’t have answers to. Doing my best to give vague answers, I got frustrated and called Luca directly, but he didn’t answer. No one would question Luca if he sent that out himself. The next best option was Emilio, but I wasn’t going to reach out to him; plus, if they were in the middle of something, I shouldn’t be interrupting.
“What is going on?” I asked Alfie when he answered my call.
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Sorry,” I huffed, “I’m getting pushback from a few people needing to log into the system to get a few things done today. Luca won’t answer.”
“He’s not going to. He’s spending the day with Aria.”
“Why would they be working but close down the office?”
“Who said they are working?”
“So what the hell are they doing?”
“For a smart girl, B, sometimes things go over your head.”
I paused for a moment, and then it hit me. “You got to be kidding me. How do you know?”
“Emilio has me following them to make sure things run smoothly. This is my shot to prove myself.”
“So what is Emilio doing then?”
“Probably waiting for me to fuck up and boast about it. The guy hates me.”
As Alfie was speaking, I got another call. To my surprise, it was Emilio. A jolt of joy shot through me, and I quickly got off the phone with Alfie to answer Emilio’s call.
“Hello,” I casually answered, even though my stomach was in knots.
“Get your ass here.”
I gulp. Did I mishear him? “Where?”
“My place.”
“You weren’t satisfied last night? That woman was all over you.”
“No one ever told you to never believe anything you hear and only half of what you see?”
I found myself in front of Emilio’s door. Closing my eyes as though it would give me confidence, I stood there for a while before I knocked on the door. His condo had a doorbell, but I was too nervous I would seem desperate to use it. No answer. I should be making him grovel but I’m too weak for that.
The door opens, and there he stands shirtless, wearing sweatpants that hung on his hips, fully exposing his v-cut. Measuring me with his eyes while his face showed no emotion, he leaned against the door frame. He looked like a mix of sex and power. I’ve always seen Emilio perfectly put togetherwith his hair nicely combed back. But I was in his personal space now with his undone, dirty blonde hair that fell onto his forehead.
