SIENNA VENDITTO
After my perfect night with Teo, I was more than dreading lunchtime of the following day. I couldn’t get out of it. I’ve already tried bribing everyone connected to my ‘meeting’ with Roberto Bonatelli but alas, papa would not have it.
I was going to have lunch with him no matter what.
Teo could tell that I was working slower than I usually do as the time for lunch came closer and closer. My eyes kept flickering towards the clock and I buried my face in the palm of my hands.
“You’ve been staring at that particular document for over an hour.” He kindly reminded me when he rounded my desk to place down a vase full of my favorite flowers. Ever since he found out I liked receiving flowers, Teo has been ordering bouquets to the office every day.
I groan, massaging the sid
