Just Tell Me You Love Me (Book 1 in the Just Series) *under editing*

Chapter 7

Arabella

Ok, I didn't exactly intend for that to happen. I was definitely surprised when he offered me the job. I just really wanted him to admit that he was wrong, but then he just had to be the arrogant jerk he is. But damn it, he couldn't look sexier, even if he tried.

Argh. Since when did arrogance become sexy?

Oh hell... who am I fooling? It's only sexy, because it's Massimo.

I blew out a big breath as I make my way down the stairs. Antonio was there waiting for me near the bottom of the stairs.

"Mr. Anastasi has asked me to help you, Sí?"

"Uh, yes. But really, you don't have to. I can manage on my own," I said.

"Mr. Anastasi has asked me to escort you, so I will escort you Miss. I don't want to get in trouble, Sí?"

"O-of course," I stuttered. "I just..." I cleared my throat. "It's getting late, I just didn't want to bother you," I said.

"It's no bother at all Miss," he said.

"Please, call me Ara, and thank you," I said.

He gave me a curt nod and started walking. I followed him quietly, trying to hold back a chuckle.

Does this guy ever smile? At all?

Once we got to my apartment, I quickly packed my things. The apartment came fully furnished, all I needed to take with me was my clothes and my personal things. It didn't take that long. Within 30 minutes I was ready to go.

Antonio insisted on waiting outside by the door for me, since I insisted on packing my things myself. He's actually not that bad. He actually seems like a nice guy. He just doesn't smile; or laugh; or show any emotion.

I shrugged. Some people like to keep to themselves, and some are just the serious type.

"Alright, I'm all packed," I said to him.

"Sí. Let me carry your things for you," he said.

Instead of declining his offer and saying I can manage, I decided to let him help me. "Sure, thank you," I said.

The drive back to the house, was quiet. But that didn't prevent me from thinking about my little argument with Massimo.

Ok...so maybe it wasn't so little. He just really knew how to push my buttons. Besides, I really did deserve an apology.

I chuckled, remembering the look of astonishment in his face, when I told him that he should apologize to me because he was wrong.

Apparently, no one tells Massimo Anastasi he is wrong.

Massimo Anastasi is never wrong; and Massimo Anastasi does not apologize.

I smirked. Well he just did.

Ara: 1 point; Massimo: 0, zero.

But somehow, I think he still won. They way he apologized to me. I felt the sincerity. The way he looked me in the eye and said he was sorry, just brings warmth to my heart.

He is affecting me in ways no one ever has before. He makes me feel things, I have never felt before, and it scares me. I may be strong, and I may be tough, and outspoken, but when it comes to Massimo Anastasi, I'm like a moth to a flame. I am dangerously attracted to him. He has the power to bring me to my knees. He has the power to make we weak, and be totally at his mercy, and he doesn't even know it. But above all that, I am in danger of falling madly in love with him.