Chapter Eighteen
Isla woke up the next day ready and raring to go. She practically hopped out of bed and to the connecting bathroom to shower, brush her teeth, and make sure her makeup looked sufficiently sexy. She was on a mission now, and she was determined to see it through.
She'd spent hours and hours last night doing google searches and looking for any connection her grandfather might have to Vincenzio Calandri. She'd come across nothing other than news articles about the takeover, and a few little things here and there about each man individually.
Of course, there was more about Vincenzio, and how he'd murdered his wife. The trial had been huge. So huge that Isla was shocked to have missed it. She wasn't much for courtroom drama, and didn't have an interest in turning a real life murder case into a television drama, but there had been a huge crowd outside of the courtroom the day he'd been sentenced.
Isla had been out of town when all of this had been going on, and her main problem had been trying to figure out if Chad Parker had been interested in her, and if she could get her jewellery made in time to meet the demand, not the murder of a wife by her billionaire husband ad the trial that had followed.
Without meaning to, Isla had started to search out Arturo's pictures as she'd browsed. He'd looked younger in some of his photos, and in others, when the trial had been going on, about the same. His hair had been shorter in some of the pictures. Of course he had to look like a complete sex God no matter how he kept his hair. The jerk.
All the same, she couldn't help but feel for him. One of his quotes after his father had been convicted, years after the murder had taken place, had been, "the bastard had it coming."
It made her shiver. Not the quote, not really. That she could understand, but the thing that really got to her had been thinking about him as a young man, still living with Vincenzio, the man who'd murdered his mother.
Had he suspected? Had he known? If he had and hadn't done anything about it, it was very likely that the media would've skinned him alive for it, so it was likely very safe to say that he hadn't known for sure.
But Arturo wasn't dumb either. He was a very intelligent man. As much as Isla was loath to admit it, he was smart enough to run his father's company after the man had gone away for the rest of his life. There was no way in hell that a man like Arturo hadn't suspected something.
That had to be hard. According to the articles Isla had read, he'd only continued to live with his father until Orlando was old enough to move out with him. Arturo had tried to take Orlando when he'd been fifteen, but because of his age, the courts wouldn't allow it. The third brother, Silvio Calendri, had been a wild child, even more so than Arturo, and he hadn't left until he'd turned nineteen.
Orlando hadn't been able to leave with his brother until he'd been seventeen and a half. That meant that Arturo had gone well into his twenties before finally moving out. He and Orlando had lived that long under the shadow of a man they highly suspected of murder for years.
The fact that Arturo had done that for his younger brother showed a softer, more protective side. Isla was determined to see only that, and not the grumpy, shady business man who wanted to get back at her for telling him off.
Last night had been...something. It really had been something. Awesome, mind blasting, fan-fucking-tastic sex kind of something. That had thrown her off. Despite Arturo's prickly demeanor, and his instance that, if she didn't come it would have to be her own fault, he'd been very generous with her.
So generous that even thinking about it this morning was enough to make her sex swell and moisten. Warmth pooled between her legs, and if she was going to get through the day, Isla at least needed a coffee before her body started acting up. In more ways than one.
She checked her hair over, adding in a few things that would hopefully make her look good without smelling like she'd dumped a ton of products in her hair and on her face, checked over herself in the mirror, making sure that the jeans hugged her ass and thighs nicely without looking too graphic or inviting, sent off a quick text to Jane to let her know that everything was still all right, and then set off.
Isla had no idea where to go. She only just realized that after leaving her room. Maybe to where she'd had dinner the night before? That sounded plausible.
Right. That was where she was going to go.
She started walking down the wide, spacious halls. She barely got ten feet before Martina appeared down the hall, holding a set of white sheets in her arms.
The woman's dark eyes widened at the sight of her, as if she hadn't expected Isla to be standing there at all.
Martina rushed over, not quit running, but clearly in a hurry to know what was going on. "Miss King, what are you doing in the halls by yourself?"
That genuinely threw her for a loop. "Am I not allowed to walk around the house?"
"You are, Miss King, but there should be someone with you."
She didn't get it. "To make sure I don't go where I'm supposed to? Really?"
"It's not quite that simple, Miss King," Martina said, smiling calmly. It was insanely impressive how she was able to keep the professional air about her, even while holding onto those sheets.
"Where are you bringing those?"
"To your room."
Stunned again. "Really? I slept in that bed once. You have to change the sheets every day?"
"It's how Mr. Calendri prefers it."
That seemed kind of unfair and wasteful. But, it wasn't like Arturo wasn't paying her. He had to be paying her very well, actually, considering she lived in the building where she worked.
"Do you want some help?"
Now Martina was looking at her like she'd sprouted a second head in front of her, and then cut it off just for good measure.
"That won't be necessary," Martina said. "Give me a moment and I will come back for you."
Isla didn't know if she wanted to stand around watching while Martina stripped Isla's bed and remade it with fresh sheets. Not even Peggy had done that.
Well, she had, but only after a week or so, and not when Isla had been around to watch. Isla had to make her own bed while growing up.
Fortunately, it looked as though Martina had just put the sheets down somewhere, because she returned quickly, ready to escort Isla to wherever she needed to go. "Where can I take you, Miss King?"
Isla smiled. She wasn't about to let this annoy her. Okay, it was beyond weird to have someone walking around here with her, but Arturo didn't know her, and with his past, it seemed very likely that he wouldn't trust a stranger walking around his house without someone there to oversee things.
"I was hoping to get some breakfast with Mr Calendri. Is he around?"
"Ah, unfortunately Mr Calendri is overseeing some business matters. He had his breakfast an hour ago."
"Oh," Isla said. Fuck, of course a guy who ran his own company would wake up and already have eaten before seven-thirty in the morning. She should've thought of that one.
"But I know he does wish to dine with you," Martina said. "I will arrange something for you when he finishes with his business."
"Great, thank you," Isla said, though she was still disappointed with herself for not planning this out better. She kind of felt like an idiot for not having gotten up early, and only now realized that Martina's arrival with the sheets was probably meant to also be her wake-up call of sorts.
"Maybe I should get back to my room then. I left my kit and my supplies there. I should get some work done before lunch, too."
"No need," Martina said. "Tell me which bags you require, and I'll have Robert pick them up for you. You may come to the breakfast area and eat while you wait."
"That's very convenient. Thank you."
Was she supposed to tip these people for good service? What if she was? What would happen if she didn't?
She described her bags and the cases she would need, and where she'd left them to Martina as they walked through the vast halls, coming into the brighter lit area of the house that had a broad sky light to let in the natural sunlight. It reflected off the crystal chandeliers that hung from the walls, casting more tiny lights like ripples in a clear pond. It gave her some pretty great inspiration for the next piece you want to work on.
"I made the jewellery for Baciami Boutique. I even had my own line," she said.
Martina smiled and nodded, offering a token of interest. "I heard something to that effect. You make all of these jewels yourself?"
"Not the jewels specifically, some things needed to be ordered in, and others were just cheaper to buy at bead stores. I would buy the chains and sometimes play with the links, adding them to other chains, adding pearls, or precious stones. It's a lot of fun."
"It sounds like a lot of fun," Martina said, still not sounding overly interested, but also still smiling and nodding.
A lot of people didn't understand why Isla had such an interest in jewellery, while others thought she'd picked an overly feminine occupation to be part of.
Then she had those who were happy for her, but still didn't understand why she was so passionate about jewellery, because they only ever saw jewellery in expensive diamond stores, while not realizing where those diamonds came from. They didn't understand that it could be made lovingly by someone who might never make that same piece twice, or that sense of Zen that could come with just sitting at a work table with her tools and trying to create something she'd seen in her head, some people just didn't understand that, but was patient and able to listen when people did get passionate.
Martina seemed like she fell into that later category. She wasn't able to understand what the fuss was about when it came to making or wearing jewellery, but she was polite enough to listen and take an interest for the five minutes it took to get to the breakfast nook.
The windows were arched from floor to ceiling outward nearest to the round table where Martina led Isla to sit. She even pulled out Isla's chair. Isla put her hands onto the table. There was a square lace cover in the middle beneath a vase that held what looked to be wild flowers.
"Did these come from your garden?" Isla asked.
Martina nodded. "They did. Mr Calendri prefers them to anything purchased from the florist."
Interesting.
Martina asked her what she wanted for breakfast, which was about when Isla realized she had choices. Martina assured her that she could have anything she wanted. Pancakes, fresh waffles with cream, crepes with fruit or chocolate, bacon and eggs made any way she wanted with any kind of toast she could think of. Or she could even have cereal.
Isla thought about her choices, and how she wanted to work. As much as chocolate crepes sounded amazing, it was hard to work while she needed both hands to eat.
Martina hadn't told her what sorts of cereals there where, but considering Arturo loved Dairy Queen and peanut butter ice cream, she had a good idea of what would be available to him.
"Does Mr Calendri have peanut butter or chocolate cereal?"
Martina smiled and nodded. "Yes, he keeps a box with both of those flavours inside."
"Can I have that?"
Martina nodded and quickly left to bring back her order.
Isla hadn't even seen Martina give Robert a call, but shortly after she left, he arrived, carrying her bags and kits to the table.
Isla thanked him, but she didn't offer a tip. She'd decided that it was probably not necessary and she'd only embarrass herself if she did that.
Jeffery, the man who had served her and Arturo's dinner the night before, arrived with a trolly, just like the night before.
"Where's Martina?"
Jeffery poured her an orange juice from a glass pitcher. "She had other matters to see to, Miss."
"Oh, right." Like making her bed.
Jeffery proved to be a little less stiff right now than he was last night as he offered her juice, hot or iced coffee, and then lifted the silver tray off of the trolly, revealing something right out of a cereal commercial.
Reece's Peanut Butter cereal and a pitcher of milk waited for her. The box was even there for show, along with a small plate of sliced fruit.
"Oh my God, Arturo has amazing taste," Isla said, her mouth watering as Jeffery poured the milk.
Jeffery smiled. "That he does."
"Do you guys ever get a day off. You were here last night."
Isla would've thought that the staff would be rotated from night to morning.
"Mr Calendri takes very good care of us, and in return, we care for him."
"Okay," Isla said, not really understanding that, but then the peanut butter and chocolate puffs were in front of her face, and she couldn't bring herself to care.
She dug in. This was Isla and Jane's favorite cereal, but they hardly ever bought it because of the calories, and the fact that each box tended to last less than a day when it was in the house. Between the two of them, they could eat an entire box each.
Which made it a good thing that Jeffery was in charge of the box. He'd given her the cereal, and then wheeled it away. He returned a short while later with the coffee pot, asking if she wanted a refill, but Isla declined that.
She was too fixated on her food. She was something of a food girl, and now that Arturo wasn't around to watch her, she could eat as quickly as she wanted.
Which meant she was out of awesome cereal way too fast, leaving her drinking the milk like she'd always done.
Isla placed her dishes off to the side and pulled out her kits. She opened them up, revealing her chains, strings, beads, and other assorted materials she used to make her jewellery.
Jeffery returned after another minute to take those plates away, placing a glass of water in front of her without her needing to ask him to do it. He was gone again, and Isla pulled out her tweezers.
Just because Baciami Boutique was currently not open for business, didn't mean that Isla had to sit around and do nothing. The doors could open again in just one month after she was done here, and she was going to need her new line of jewellery up and ready to go for the buyers who knew her work and liked to purchase extra pieces.
She threaded pins and stoppers through certain beads, while using the precious stones she'd purchased as colourful placeholders in other areas.
Sometimes one necklace could take twenty minutes, and other times, if she got creative and wanted to do a little wire wrapping, it could take much longer.
Isla focused so much entirely on her piece that there was nothing else in the work to her. Just her hands, the chains, the metal, and the stones. She couldn't even see that there was a person standing right beside her.
Arturo's voice sounded low and quite, and close enough to her ear that the warmth of his breath ghosted over the shell and down the back of her neck, sending shivers through her body.
"That's very impressive."
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Sorry this update is a little later than the others. I've been getting my taxes done (extremely late) and it's been messing with me. Was up until 4 in the morning last night. Time to go and drink and eat junk food while going on a Castlvania game bender in order to make myself feel better after that one @_@.
Anyway! Thank you for reading! :) Please forgive any typos in this chapter since I haven't had the chance to look this one over too much, but I hope this story continues to be enjoyable. Next chapter upload will be tomorrow night!
Cheers
~Mandy