Giovanni’s Desires

Naughty investor (2)

NICOLE

It's the weekend and instead of me spending the day in my bed, watching my favorite series as I relax, I have to meet with an asshole. I woke up in a much better mood, thinking I could have some alone time. I was already browsing through the internet for some really nice places I could visit alone when Florence came to my room to inform me about breakfast.

I went downstairs in my pajamas, not bothering about how I looked because it was just breakfast with my mom and dad. Dad eyed me as I came down, and I wondered what was going through his head, but he masked it up immediately.

"Good morning, Daddy, Mommy," I greeted them as I took my seat. I was still feeling sleepy and I thought maybe going back to bed after eating wasn't really a bad idea. I had a long week anyway. I wasn't really familiar with the whole director s**t until now, and I was really struggling to balance my work life with my personal life.

Not that I have any, but I'd like to believe that I do.

"Why ain't you dressed yet?" Mom asked and I turned my attention to her.

"Do you hate seeing your baby girl at home even on weekends?" I faked a pout.

"Were you not informed about your meeting with Mr Salvatore?" Father raised his eyebrows as he spoke and I sighed. f*****g Shelly.

"No, Dad. I wasn't informed of any meeting plus it's the weekend. Can't I have a day off? I was really hoping to get some rest today," I begged.

"I'm sorry child, but Mr Salvatore is a very important investor and I can't afford to keep him waiting, not when it wasn't easy to gain his attention in the first place."

"Do I have a say in any of this?" I sighed.

"I'm afraid not," Father gave me an apologetic smile and I nodded.

"What time?"

He checked his wristwatch and his lips formed a straight line. "If you want to meet up, you might have to start preparing now. It's almost twelve."

I woke up late because it was the weekend and now, I don't even get to eat breakfast because of work. I pushed the chair back and went back into my room angrily to prepare for the asshole himself, and here I am, staring at the mirror, nervous and hesitant at the same time.

As much as I hate to admit it, Giovanni is a pretty good businessman and the news says he doesn't consider anything if there is no assurance that it would turn out great. He neither takes risks nor does he consider failure as a way of life.

If he wasn't such an asshole, he would have earned my respect for his reputation in the industry, but I guess it is too late.

I stared at my closet and I wondered what to wear to look decent enough for work. After scanning the closet for a few minutes, my eyes landed on a short skirt. It would be indecent if I was wearing it with a crop top, but since it is for work, I decided to match it up with a corset top and a jacket.

I stared at my reflection after dressing up, and I smiled. I had no idea on how to convince him to put his money into the company because apparently, he was a guru in the field which showed that he was an expert, but I needed to impress him somehow or Father would kill me.

I applied a little makeup on my face to cover my fears and went back downstairs.

"Darling, we are trying to impress the investor, don't you think a more decent dress, something more official would be better?" Mom asked as she heard the sound of my heels.

"What he needs is an assurance that our company is worth spending on. And to convince him, I need my head, not my dressing," I said and she frowned.

I know how big Mom is on dressing. "The way you dress is the way you are addressed," she would sing it in my ear every time while I was growing up, but there was nothing wrong with my dress. I feel suffocated wearing sophisticated dresses around for a whole week, I bet he wouldn't mind me dressing like this, but it's not indecent, just not the regular clothes you would wear to meet your potential client on a normal day.

"Honey," Mom said, turning to Dad for support, but he waved it off.

"She is right on this one. We are already asking too much by asking her to work on weekends. Let her dress however she likes, it's just for today."

Mom sighed, clearly not satisfied, but she didn't argue. "I will be on my way then," I said, before leaving the house.

I got to work a few minutes to twelve and I released a sigh. It was too late to prepare for anything, so now, I have to rely solemnly on my head. A soft knock snapped me out of my truce, and I looked up to find Shelly staring at me.

"Do you work on weekends?" I asked, surprised to see her.

"No ma'am, I'm only here in case you will be needing help."

"Oh, great! Help me arrange the files I will be needing before Mr Salvatore arrives."

"Erm… he sent an email earlier. His schedule is a bit stuck, so you will be meeting for lunch and you can discuss it there."

I'm hungry and I honestly don't want just the two of us to be in a room, alone, so I guess he made a good choice.

"Address?" I asked.

"I will send it to you, ma'am.*

It was time to leave and since Shelly had nothing else to do at the office, we left together. She dropped me off on her way home since I didn't bring my car with me and I was wowed by the sight. Was it five-star? Six? It doesn't matter, my point is it was really beautiful and everything screamed luxury.

I walked in gently, as I approached a waitress. "Do you by chance know if Mr Salvatore is here?" I asked, looking around for a familiar face, but there was none.

"Miss Harrington?" The waitress asked with a beautiful smile, and I nodded.

"Yes, that is me."

"Mr Salvatore is waiting for you upstairs." the waitress led the way to a part which seemed to be the VIP sector.

"There he is, ma'am," the waitress said, before turning on her heels.

He still hasn't noticed my presence, and I decided to check him out for a second. I watched as Giovanni brought a glass of wine to his lips, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly handsome he looked. His chiseled jawline defined his face, and his piercing eyes held a hint of mystery. His ocean-blue eyes— they were captivating and if he wasn't such a playboy, I would have drowned in them without a second thought.

My eyes roamed his body and he looked even better in his well-tailored suit. He cut a striking figure, the fabric hugging his toned physique in all the right places. How can someone be so hot?

Snap out of this, Nicole, he is an asshole and you shouldn't attach yourself to him aside from work.

I moved closer to him, making my presence known, and his eyes roamed my body shamelessly, stopping between my legs, and I swear, I think I saw him lick his lips.

Asshole.

"You are so beautiful, Nicole," he said in a Husky voice, and I hissed at our sensuality.

"Good day to you too, Mr Salvatore. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for long," I faked a smile, trying to act professional, as I took my seat.

"Of course not, not when you took your time to look absolutely stunning for me," his eyes landed on my cleavage, as he spoke, and I was forced to draw my jacket closer, stopping him from ogling like a pervert.

He smirked but didn't question it. I went down to business and began to talk about the main reason why I was there. I was busy racking my head to think of a way to convince him, while he had his eyes fixed on my lips.

Why is he so distracting? I tried to act unaffected, but then, he cut me off. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice lip?" He asked, licking his lower lips and I wondered just how many times he does that in a day.

"They look so inviting and I don't mind sucking them until they are red and swollen like your favorite lipstick," he winked.

He knew I was always wearing red lipstick? I used a clear lip gloss today because I would probably be going home early, but he noticed.

"If you invest in this project, I can assure you that—"

"Why don't you just take a break and loosen up a bit? I won't be here if I don't know what I want," he said, looking into my eyes as if trying to communicate another meaning.

He wasn't here for the meeting, I sighed inwardly.

"Mr Salvatore, I am here for business, and I don't have all the time in the world to be doing this right now. I could have stayed back at home, lay on my bed, and watched some movies. I'm trying to be responsible here, so please, don't make it any more difficult." I begged, hoping he would really listen to me this time.