Chapter 5 - Excuse me?
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-Eric
"Yes sir. I am right behind you."
I held out a hand for her and she politely took it.
I never offered a hand to the women who worked for me. It wasn't something i liked doing, but with her, it is a little bit different.
I have a question on my mind, that i really want to ask her but it is too soon, so i let it go.
As soon as we are by the building area, i notice Jake standing outside the building along with Chantal.
They didn't seem worried. Maybe Jake somehow managed to fix the problem without me, and forgot to tell me about it.
I walk towards him and as if he sensed my presence, turns around and open his arms to take me in a big hug.
Not today, big guy.
"Massimo. I missed you, you p.rick." he comes over to hug me and i try to avoid it, but as always i never manage to escape on time.
"Nice to see you too, Jake." I missed the asshole too. He is a very good friend of mine.
"Now, what do you think about it?" he says to me and points at the big, iron letters "Angel's Hearth" that hang above the front door. It looks terrific.
They were in white and red.
"Amazing job." i admit. "Now what is the problem you wanted to talk about?" i asked him, now my voice and face serious.
He makes a face, who leads me to the clue. This is what he wanted to talk about? Is he for real?
I thought there was going to be some problem with the architect or the place is not big enough.
Why the hell didn't he mention it to me over E-Mail?
I had so much work to do back in Italy and i had to come over here for a couple of iron-letters?!
I take a deep breath and try to remain calm, since i don't want to cause any scene in public.
"Eric, i would have told you, but it's not only this i wanted you to come for. There are some other issues we have to fix. Like for example, the girl you will bring with you on our wedding.
I have some perfect girls for you. They will come by my house tonight. Chantal helped me out, of course."
Oh wow. This is getting better and better.
"Chantal, did you really helped him, pick out girls for me?" i looked at her and she gave me a -sorry, not sorry- look.
F.uck this.
"Whatever. I think i am going to go to my place. I will meet you later." i said and Sofia came behind me. She even said hello and goodbye at the same time to Jake and Chantal. This is weird, but smart, somehow.
"I am sorry, Mr. Massimo. I guess you don't need my assistance anymore." she said and i looked at her, with a deadly look.
Did she just dismissed herself?
Has any of my assistants ever done that? If they did, i fired their asses. No one dismisses themselves, without my permission.
But why, am i not angry with her?
My first thoughts are of her, on her knees, looking at me and having my length on her mouth.
I feel my length grow and i push the thoughts away immediately.
This girl is killing my inner peace. Why do i like her so much?
"I never said, i didn't need your assistance anymore, Ms. Sofia." i told her and i saw her blush.
Well, s.hit. The first time today and it fits her so perfectly.
She is perfect.
Where did this come from?
"I am sorry, Mr. Massimo. I didn't want to be rude. I just assumed that, you wouldn't need me anymore." Excuses.
"It does not matter, now. I need you for the whole week. I have things to take care of, at the companies in New York, Boston and Los Angeles. Maybe London too." No i didn't have anything to take care of in London, but if i said i did, she would stay longer. Wouldn't she?
"I am on your service sir." she managed to say, still remaining professional.
She is very good at what she does.
Why is she an assistance though?
I would love to ask her, what she wants to become. Maybe this is a way of earning money.
I call Sanders and tell him to come pick us up.
"We are going at my place." i tell her, without looking at her. I don't want to know what her expression will be.
"Okay." she said and didn't ask any questions.
She doesn't even need to. My word is an order. Hopefully she understands.
After 5 minutes Sanders appears. He climbs out and opens the door for us. I tell her to climb in, and the one thing i wouldn't expect her to do, she goes over to the other side of the car, opens the door and climbs in.
Is she for real? Sanders gives me a -No idea what happened- look, but i ignore it and climb in.
"Is my chauffeur not good enough at opening doors, Ms. Matthew?" i expect her to blush or to say something repulsive. She does nothing of the sort.
"I like to open my own doors, Mr. Massimo."
And what is that supposed to mean?
I open my mouth to say something, but she stops me, by lifting her hand.
"We don't need to argue about it. I like doing things on my own, Mr. Massimo."
Sweet Mother of Jesus, help me, because i am losing control with this woman. She pushes my buttons and it looks like she likes it, a lot.
"As you wish." i tell her and look at my paperwork. I make some notes and calls and after 30 minutes of silence, we arrive at my apartment.
"This time, my chauffeur will open the door for you." i tell her, and it is not in a sarcastic tone, but a cold one.
"Excuse me? Do i take orders from you now, Mr. Massimo, on how to behave?"
She talked back to me. She is really making me lose patience. Why can't she oblige and just do what i say?
Is it that hard?
About the question i wanted to ask? No interest anymore.
"If i remember correctly, i still am the boss." i smirk and she doesn't change her face expression.
She is tough.
"If i remember correctly, you are only the boss, not the boss of ME!"
"Is that so, Ms. Matthew?" you asked for it.
"It is so." she says and climbs out of the car.
"Are you leaving?" i ask her, more stern than i wanted to.
"Does it look like i am leaving?" she smirks at me, closes the door and walks towards me.
"We have work to do, Mr. Massimo." she says to me and that is it for me.
I want to take her on my knee and spank the living hell out of her.
She is so arousing, when she is bossy.
I like eveything in her, that i don't like in any other girl.
"I thought so too. Sanders we are going to be at the apartment. You can take the rest of the day off."
He nodds at me, climbs in the car and leaves.
"That is how my employees get dismissed." i tell her and she knows i am being sarcastic.
"I will keep it in mind, Mr. Massimo." she smiles at me and then looks forward, keeping her head straight, and the smile is gone.
That is all i get? A one-second smile?
"Are you hungry, Sofia?" i say only her name on purpose, and again, she gives nothing away.
"If i am, i will order something, Mr. Massimo. Thank you for your concern."
Does she not want to be around me? Do i make her nervous?
No i would have seen her gestures and face complexion.
I don't scare her, nor make her laugh.
She is colder than ice, i admit that.
"If you are hungry, please tell me. I will tell the housekeeping to prepare you something."
"Thank you." That's all she says. Nothing more, nothing less.
We walk in the elevator and because it is too big, she stays as far away as possible from me.
Do i smell bad? She is being rude and i don't tolerate that kind of behaviour.
"Is there something wrong, Ms. Matthew?"
"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Massimo?" she asks me, like what i said is just plain stupid words.
"I mean, why are you being rude?" Yes, i actually asked her that.
"How am i doing that?" she asks, still giving nothing away.
"You talk back to me, as if we were friends. You stay as far away as possible from me, as if i were a disease. You don't respect my decisions. May I ask why, you are being rude, on purpose?"
"I am being human with another human, who the only difference is, money. You only have tons of money, Mr. Massimo." She disrespects me too.
How far can she go? Should i fire her? Send her away?
What she says it's true. I have tons of money, but is that the only difference between us?
Do i want her to act like that with me?
To be honest i like it and i want to see how much more she can say.
Maybe i will find out more about her, this way.
"We will see about that, Ms. Matthew." i say to her and the 'ping' of the elevator, interrupts us.
"After you." i say to her and she complies. Thank God for that.
She rewards me with a sway of her hips. She looks delicious and she is making me hungry.
I leave the thoughts and walk in the apartment.
"I like your place." she says to me, while looking around.
I would like you in my room.
My thoughts are taunting me. How long am i going to resist?
I never f.uck my employees or let them talk to me like this.
Why is she any different? Is it because she defies me?
"If you would like, i could show you around." i tell her, but i think i went too far.
What the hell am i doing? She is not my girlfriend.
"I would love to." she says and smiles again.
"Come this way, Ms. Matthew."
Now this will be fun.
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