Dante's Love (18+)

Chapter 8

I pulled up to the extravagant mansion.

I was dressed in a simple black blouse and matching pants paired with a gorgeous linen blazer.

I had already given myself a pep talk the whole of this morning and on the way over here.

I will not let that no good player affect me, especially my work. I am a strong ass shark in this industry and I tend to let him know that.

A familiar big burly man stopped me as I was just about to enter the house.

"Stop. Badge?" His gruff voice sounded out.

"Are you kidding me, Jerry! You saw me 2 days ago."

He just raised an eyebrow.

"Where is your badge?" I taunted the unimpressed male.

"Leave it Jerry. She is with me." I froze as a husky voice filled my ears.

Jerry nodded leaving me alone with a shirtless male.

"Where is your shirt, sir?" I quickly said, bringing my eyes to the ground.

I stared at the marble tiles of the floor. His chiseled chest glistened as if he had just worked out. Even though its been days since I touched him, since I was allowed to touch him, the dirty thoughts have not left. The memories of our reckless activities taunts at me, never diminishing.

"Its my house. Isn't it?" His gaze set upon me, watching me carefully.

"It is also unprofessional." I quickly said.

The longer his body was on display, the more tempted I got.

I glanced up to see Dante pursing his lips, almost thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that yesterday." His gruff voice echoed throughout the empty hall.

"It doesn't matter. You could be with whoever you want, Mr De Luca. I am in no position to judge." I bite out

My cold eyes met his.

He blinked in surprise.

In an instant, the air around us felt chilly. His eyes hardened before he nodded briefly.

I tried keeping up with him as he briskly led me to another room in this gigantic house. We both sat down, opposite to one another. We kept silent as helpers around us served us with hot tea and little cakes.

I stared out of the huge glass windows, absentmindedly. It has an amazing view of the Hudson River. His workers soon stopped fussing over us and left the room, closing the door behind them.

I cleared my throat awkwardly before taking out my small computer and phone.

"Okay, Mr De Luca. We have covered aspects of your work life. Now its time to dive into something more personal. Should we start the interview?" I said, keeping my eyes trained on my computer.

I opened up the document with a list of questions that I had previously prepared.

I glanced up to see Dante silently nodding his head, his eyes trained elsewhere instead.

My heart panged. I remember when his gaze would only be on me. I quickly shook myself.

Stop Quincy. Stop. Strong ass shark.

"Okay. Let's start. Remember Mr De Luca. You are going on the record." I clicked on the recorder on my phone.

"Dante is an Italian name. Do you by any chance have Italian in your blood?"