Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Yes, sir."
I look her over again. She's even more beautiful up close, her bright eyes and hair a striking contrast against the soft curves of her body. Her sweater and pencil skirt are professional and modest, but they still highlight the delicious swell of her hips and breasts.
But there will be plenty of time for me to consider Emmy later. Enzo's office is calling to me. It's fate, and it's time for me to take the place I've been trained for my entire life.
"Is everything ready for me, Ms. Moretti?"
"Oh, yes. It's right this way, Mr. DeLuca." Emmy gestures towards the open door to my left. "I've made sure the transition is as seamless as possible."
"That's what I like to hear."
Enzo’s office is exactly as he left it—old-world elegance mixed with the smell of stale cigars. A massive oak desk, leather chairs, and a bar cart in the corner stocked with whiskey. A space designed for power, but still from a bygone era. A space that belongs to me now.
I turn back to the woman still watching me in her inconspicuous way.
She’s quiet. Small. Unassuming. The kind of person men in power don’t notice, don’t think twice about. That makes her dangerous and valuable in equal measures. Now I just need to see if I can keep my hands off her long enough to see how useful she can really be.
2
EMMY
Iexpected the changeover, meeting the new Boss, would be emotional for me. Enzo DeLuca had been my boss and a father figure to me. My father had died while working for Enzo decades ago, and he'd been sure to keep an eye on me ever since. His death was devastating, but not totally unexpected. It’s all part of Enzo's line of work.
I thought I was ready to meet his replacement, the mysterious nephew from California. What I hadn't expected was to be blindsided with such a ridiculous need for Alessandro DeLuca the second I laid eyes on him.
I’ve done plenty of research on Alessandro. I love research. He’s thirty-eight and has been a runaway success as the leader of the California faction of the DeLuca family. Both of his parents died ten years ago in a tragic auto accident, and he has no siblings. I thought all the information would make me more prepared to see him for the first time, but I was oh so wrong.
He's tall, at least 6’4, and handsome in a classic way, his dark hair slicked back and his features strong and sharp. A neatly trimmed beard frames his jaw, and the suit he's wearing is tailored to his broad shoulders. Alessandro is tall, and even in his suit, I can see he’s packed with muscle. It's obvious he's powerful, even without the family ring marking him as the next leader, but there’s a sharp intelligence in his deep brown eyes that I’m happy to see. Strong and smart. A deadly combination for me, apparently.
The moment our eyes met, something passed between us. An undeniable, electric pull, and for a split second, I thought I might be dreaming. A shiver started from my toes all the way to the top of my head, making my pussy throb and my nipples tighten.
But then Marco walked out, and the spell was broken. Fucking Marco. I've never liked him, and his interruption only put him more firmly on my shit list.
Now I'm back at my desk, absentmindedly shuffling papers and pretending that every ounce of my concentration isn't tuned into the sounds from the closed office behind me. How am I supposed to work from now on with Alessandro at my back?
The thought of him behind me in a totally different way, naked and pounding into me, flashes through my mind, making me ache between my legs. I nearly drop the papers in my hands.
What the fuck, Emmy. Get a hold of yourself.
There is definitely a spark between us. Or maybe a flame. I’m sure I’m not imagining it.
God, I need a drink. I have a reputation to uphold here in the DeLuca crime family, or it might be more accurate to say a lack of reputation. No one notices me, and even those who do don't give me a second thought. Drinking on the job would be way out of line for invisible little Emmy Moretti.
"Emmy."
Startled, I turn to face the office doors and gulp. Alessandro is calling for me. He's leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, and his dark eyes are fixed directly on me.
"Yes, Mr. DeLuca," I manage to ask, forcing myself not to fidget under his gaze.
"Sandro," he corrects, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Come into my office. I have a few things I want to discuss with you."
I've been in this office a million times before, and it's comfortingly familiar, except for the fact that I'm now alone with Alessandro. He sits in the worn leather chair that Enzo loved so much, and I take the seat on the other side of the desk.