Sexy Contract With The Ruthless Billionaire (Revised Edition)

TWO

LEONARDO RUCCI.



I turn in my swivel chair as her approaching heels clicking against the tiled floor gets louder. Just one more time, I scan through her portfolio. One Damon had created for her based on the research he made on her. My gaze shifts to the small picture of her added neatly on the top left of the paper, and the feeling of contentment swims inside of me as I take in her appearance one more time.

“What could possibly be holding her from knocking or walking in?” I whisper to myself as I tap my index finger silently on the surface of my desk.

I could waste a minute so she takes her time to flip an angry nerve in me. Returning my gaze to everything about her, I shut the file close and shove it into my drawer.

“Do her hands work or are they too tender to make a sound while knocking?” I hate the way she is making me talk to myself.

Tender hands…

“Come in.” I respond as she finally has it in her to knock.

Again another hesitation before she finally opens the door, and when she does she rests against the now shut door.

It’s her eyes that refuse to be fixed on my face that catches my attention first, just like it had the first time I saw her at the bar. That nuisance I hate to admit is the closest to me made me come to. Then her hair which she tied up in a bun as requested of her.

Her stance gives her off as she fiddles, but at this moment I do not mind. The nervousness comes with any woman who meets me. It is a glad impact I make, and I very much appreciate the way she looks at me.

From her stilettoed feet to her knees, up to her curves despite the coat.

The coat…

“Good Morning, Mr. Rucci.” She finally collects herself so she must have assumed, because her cracked voice and skin betraying her tells me otherwise.

But her voice… I thought the soprano voice was meant for singers. This lady speaks with a soprano voice, and I hate to admit it but I would love to hear her sing.

Her eyes are wider than they were when she was laughing with the lady she was with the other day. The way she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, and then she closes her eyes.

“Good morning.” I offer.

I gesture for her leave the goddamn door and she does. She takes steady strides towards me but her fidgeting fingers do not stop. She stops right in front of my desk and I perceive her floral scent earlier, but closer it makes me want to have her across my legs.

She has committed an offense worthy of punishment, but it can wait.

“Were you not informed on the outfit of my choice?” My voice comes out bossier than intended and she finally zeros her gaze on my face.

“I was.” This voice of hers…

I want this woman right where I want her.

“I dressed as requested of me. I only covered up because I felt naked – um – I have never been dressed like that before – I did not mean to disobey.” She keeps stuttering as she takes of the coat.

I indicate with just my hand for her to step back for a clear view, and when she does my legs ravel up from stilettoed feet to her thighs up until her waist. From her waist to the swell of her breasts. Her breasts… those breasts looks soft.

Damnn this woman is too curvy for a twenty-three-year-old. It makes her look older, and if it was not Damon who said her age, I would say she is twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

“Are they real or fake?” I ask and she frowns before masking the frown with a smile that does not reach her eyes.

“They are real.” She responds.

Of course they are.

“Sit.” I order.

I watch her sit and when I stand, her chest heaves rhythmically as I get closer to her. Heat creeps its way to her neck and face as she flushes. I stand behind her. It takes the control I have developed in years to not kiss my way from her neck to whichever part of her body I want.

Trailing the side of my index and middle finger from her chest to her right breast and she sucks in her breath as I take and keep a firm hold of what is about to become mine for the next few months.

“I need to check my toys before placing my money on them.” I whisper in her ear and I watch her grip the fabric of her skirt as my lips brushes slightly against her ear.

“Yes.” Her voice is strained as shuts her eyes.

“Yes what?” I ask as I feel my hard length twitch in my brief.

“Yes. You have to check your toys before placing your money on them.” Her voice is manageably firm, but I did not miss the microsecond moan as I pinch and squeeze her n****e through her triangle bra.

“You may wear your coat if you want to.” I say and walk away from her.

Returning to my seat, I feel my lips curve up into a smile as I watch her fight to keep her eyes on me.

I like them shy. They fit perfectly.

“What is your name?” I ask even though I know.

“Gabriella Amonte” Her response is short as expected.

“I am sure Damon must have briefed you on the status of what I want from you. You are not owned by any previous Master or Dom, are you?”

I know she is not. At least that is what Damon said, but it does not clear the possibility.

“Yes. I was briefed. And no, I do not belong to anyone.” She answers.

Well, you are about to belong to me for the next six months.

“Before you were briefed have you ever heard of such?”

“No.”

“You have no idea of what it means to be a submissive to a Dom and you did not bother to read up on it or make your findings about it. Yet you are here.” I state firmly, and I see no reason for her to flinch but she does anyway.

“I am sure I want to do this. If there are hard stuffs, you can teach me. I am willingly to learn and I am at your service?” Is that a question, still I like the way her eyes widens as she sounds un-sure.

“This is something you are to prepare your mind for. It is not something you get into because you need to. You need to want it. You may want to try it.” I do not understand my leniency.

She is too innocent for what she thinks she can just get into.

“Before coming here. I have prepared my mind for this. As I said, I am willing to learn as we get into it.” She is quite firm for someone who has been nervous since she got in.

“If you had at least thirty to thirty-five percent idea of what this type of relationship means, you would have been given some paperwork to review and you would be getting back to me after you have made your decision to either continue, alter your possible inconveniences, or decide not to continue.” I would prefer if the latter does not happen.

I have fixed my eyes on this lady and I do not wish to lose her. It will only be a matter of time before I get bored but while I have not gotten bored, I will enjoy what I pay for.

“Okay. But we can discuss it rather than have me read a lot?” She needs to start sounding sure.

“We might be able to discuss some, but there is not enough time for me this morning for that. Even if there is enough time, you need to be shown and that cannot happen here. You may leave your email address here,” I hand her a piece of paper and a pen,

“I will send you a mail of all the resources you can read on as well as a sample of the contract. You can either decide to read on your own and get back to me or schedule an appointment with me sometime within three days.” I add.

“You may send me just the resources. I will schedule an appointment within three days. And we can both sit and talk about whatever the contract will be about.” She negotiates.

“Okay. Expect the mail.” I respond and she smiles sheepishly as she flushes again.

“Alright. I hope you have a pretty day.” Who uses those lines? But Brie does.

I want to tell her how bad I want her, but I would rather not. Not yet.

“Put on the coat. I do not want any other man looking at what is about to belong me or what belongs me.” I say when she is almost at the door, as I fight to take my eyes off her rare.

It is all about her body, eyes, and hair. She has a pretty face too…

“Do respond.” I tell her as she just tugs on the coat.

“Okay. See you next time.” She says and leaves.

“I hope so.” I respond but silently.

I hope so.

I want her naked on her knees, blindfolded by me, unsure of what is to come…

“How did it go?” Damon asks as he strides in.

“This one of the reasons why one should never have their best friend as a personal assistant,” I reply dryly, and he sits.

“I first became your assistant before you found a friend in me.” He reminds me.

“To answer your question. She would be unable to turn down the offer even if she does not want to. Her father’s life is on the line. The money is huge for her. Exactly what she needs with even more to take care of herself after that. It is going to go well.” I answer him.

“Of course. Are you sure you have not fallen for this one?” His usual infuriating question.

“You asked this same question for the last three. You and Brandon can lose the faith on me falling in love. She is not the first and neither is she the second nor is she the third or fifth.” I respond.

“Speaking of Brandon. I need to give him a call. I am a door away from you. Reach out to me if you need me.” He says and leaves.