I was hard—of course—and the sexy, so fucking womanly smell of her hair and perfume weren’t helping. I was glad I was wearing jeans, not that I minded her seeing my shameless hard-on. It just wasn’t the best look when I was asking her for a job.
“She’s beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine.
I wiped my forehead, pretending I wasn’t leering like a creep. “Grazie. She lives with Mamma and my sisters in Chicago. I went to see her on the weekend and…” I put the wallet back in my back pocket. “Let’s say that I’ve been having an existential crisis since last week, and my life perspective has changed.”
A calm smile lit her face, and her expression changed. She never looked at me like that before, as if she saw me differently all of a sudden. As if she finally sawme, not the glitter. “Good for you.”
“Just me?”
She dropped her gaze. “And your daughter, I guess. Your whole family, too.”
“Right.” I straightened up, pushing my frustration aside for the moment. “So…the job?”
“I don’t think—”
“I like books, enjoy reading them, and you know I’m good with people.”
“Yes, but—”
“You also know I’m capable of making good purchasing decisions.” I stared at her tits and bit my lip. “If I get you the perfect bra, I can manage to bring you the right order of coffee.” I ran a hand through the back of my hair, flexing my arm muscles, smirking. “And I look like this. What else do you need in a PA?”
Her cheeks blushed with the beautiful color I was addicted to by now. “I’m not questioning yourskills, but working here isn’t a good idea, not after—”
“Not after you saw me half naked, spanking a girl, or not after we kissed and almost…you know?”
“Uh…both. And not after I—”
I took her lips between mine. I couldn’t resist anymore. I had to kiss her. My hands were all over her. I grabbed her waist, and a moan escaped her lips. I lifted her off the chair and put her on the desk, her back to the door, her front, her whole front to me.
“You’re gonna be the end of me, aren’t you?” Breathless, I searched her face for answers neither of us had. “Tell me to go.”
“Go…please,” she rasped.
“I can’t. I don’t want to.” I sucked her lips one by one between my teeth, my hands sliding down her back. “I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. I’m sorry for leaving that night. I’m sorry for not coming back. I’m sorry for not going after you yesterday.”
“Fabio.” She shivered. “I’m the one who must apologize. I did something very—”
A knock on the door interrupted us, followed by heels coming in just as my hands were squeezing her perfect ass.
“Oh my God,” a woman said, overtly cheerful. I lifted my head to see it was Zoey. She gaped at me, and then she pointed to her mouth in a circular motion. I wiped my mouth, and my fingers were smeared red.
“Uh…Gabi, Ms. Alpha is here,” Zoey announced.
Oh fuck. Gabriella wasn’t lying about the meeting, and I’d just made her face a whole mess. I tried to clean the red smudges around her lips with my thumb to the best of my ability. Her eerie silence worried me. “Babe, you okay? Your meeting is here. Is there a bathroom you can use?”
“Just go, Fabio. I beg you,” she whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere. We’re not done. Nowhere near done.” I smiled at her. “I’ll wait for you outside until you finish.” My hand moved back to her waist, and I put her back in her seat since she wasn’t moving. I glanced at Zoey. “Maybe you can help a little with the…” I swirled a finger at Gabi’s lips.
Zoey nodded, and I stepped out of the office. There was a blonde lady in a cream Dolce & Gabbana suit, probably Gabi’s age, and another in a black snug dress and a green jacket sitting on the reception couch. They both looked at me and smiled.
Awesome. They were normal ladies that stared at sexy men. I could use that to fix this little fuckup I got Gabi in. “Hello, ladies. Sorry for taking a few minutes of your time with G… Mrs. Brighton. She’ll be right with you.”
The lady in the cream suit raked me from head to toe and grinned. The other lady’s eyes zeroed in on my lips. “You got a little…”
I chuckled, wiping around the corner of my mouth with my thumb. “Yeah. She didn’t know I was coming this morning or she’d have worn her super stay.”
They both giggled, and then the one in the cream suit—she must be the author Gabi wanted to sign—stretched a hand. “I’m Alpha. Rina.”
