Page 32 of Giovanni the Savage

That much is obvious, but I can also tell she’s pretending not to.

Her confident strides to my desk are my undoing as I think of bringing her closer to me to finish what we had started that night, which would have been inevitable had she not fled.

She walks with the grace and poise of a supermodel, making me do a double take.

“Morning.”

“My name is Luna Majors. I’m here for the interview,” she introduces.

Her velvet voice glides on my ears like waves shyly reaching the shore and retreating.

“Luna,” I repeat.

I catch her take a deep breath. She definitely recognizes me. I smirk at her reaction. Two can play this game.

“Have a seat,” I offer, and she sits opposite me and places the folders she’s clutching on my desk.

Her scent is even more pungent from her proximity, and to resist the urge to reach out to her, I bring up my guard.

“You’re late,” I note.

She seems taken aback and looks up at me sharply. Her eyes are swirling with emotions I can’t quite place.

“Two minutes late. And it won’t happen again. I’m sorry,” she assures me.

I nod and go back to perusing her file.

“Good,” I answer.

I hold back a smirk when I catch her eyes narrowing at me.

“You graduated with a degree in business management.” I hum.

“With honors,” she adds as her full lips stretch into a wide smile.

“How is this degree going to help you as my assistant?”

She inhales, and I keep my eyes glued to her face to stop them from straying to her chest.

Focus, goddammit.

“The business management degree allows me to appropriately have a broad understanding of business organizations and provides me with knowledge in finance, planning, and business strategy.”

Her fluent voice is captivating, and I don’t interrupt till she’s done.

“Your qualification is impressive,” I commend. She beams with a smile. “A bit too impressive for this job.”

She chuckles softly.

“Jobs don’t really favor qualifications anymore. This is my best shot in the corporate world.”

I nod and tap my pen on the table lightly.

“There’s a lot of things that encompass being a personal assistant,” I remind her. “My personal assistant.”

She stays quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“I’m a busy man. Running one of the biggest tech companies makes me such.” My voice is not boastful, just factual.

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