Page 16 of Resisting the Temptation
“Hi, Mr. Rossi.” I stand quickly and extend a hand to the man. “It’s so nice to meet you in person. Thank yousomuch for this opportunity. I’m excited to learn from one of the best.”
Mr. Rossi grins, grasping my hand with both of his. “Ciao,Emma. It’s a pleasure to have you with us. Joshua and Daniel have nothing but good things to say about you.”
My cheeks heat under his praise. “Thank you, sir.”
He waves his hand in front of him. “No need to address me so formally, Emma. You can call me Enzo.”
“Thank you, Enzo.”
Enzo turns to Katrina, “If Emma is finished with her paperwork, I’d like to introduce her to the guys upstairs and show her her office.”
Katrina nods and takes the paperwork from me. I follow Mr. Rossi—Enzo—up a set of concrete stairs. At the top, I notice a long hallway of offices all encased in glass, and I hear laughter from a few different people coming from the office at the very end of the hall.
“This is my office right here, my door is always open should you need anything.” Enzo motions to an office that’s separate from all the rest, on the opposite side of the stairwell. “Across from it are the restrooms for this floor. There are restrooms downstairs as well.”
He leads me down the hall, telling me who occupies each space as we pass. Dave, the operations manager, then Alex and Drew, who are the other project managers.
“The last office is my son Ben’s. Your office is directly across from his. He’ll be in charge of training you and showing you the ropes,” Enzo says as we reach the end of the hall. “Oh great, they’re all here.”
“Hey, Enzo, this the new girl?” a man with blonde hair asks from the doorway to Ben’s office. I can’t see past him into the office as he greets me with a warm smile.
“Emma, this is Alex,” Enzo introduces us.
“Nice to meet you.” I give him my best confident smile, hoping my hands aren’t sweating.
Alex steps out of the way, and a man with cropped brown hair and black framed glasses steps forward. “I’m Drew.”
“Emma.”
When Drew steps out of the way to make room for the last man, my stomach flips, and my heart rate speeds up. Now I know why Enzo looked so familiar. Standing right next to each other, the resemblance is obvious.
“This is my son, Ben,” Enzo says, nudging Ben as if to push him forward, but he doesn’t budge. He stands there, scowling at me with his arms folded across his wide chest. His eyes, which were so full of heat and desire on Saturday, are now cold and stony.
His dad isn’t wrong. Benwastraining me. We just never got to the ropes.
Mustering as much confidence as I can, I plaster on a smile and extend my hand to him. “Hello, Ben. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Emma.”
Chapter 8
Ben
Pleasure to meet you, I’m Emma.
Emma.
E.
This cannot be fucking happening.
Inevermix business and pleasure. Did she know who I was when we met at the club? Did she just want to fuck with my head, knowing we’d have to work in close proximity to each other?
“She can’t work here,” I snap, and Emma startles, pulling her hand back to her side.
“Beniamino. Don’t be rude to our new coworker. Why would you say that?” my father admonishes, totally unaware I had my tongue in the pussy of ournew coworkerless than forty-eight hours ago. A pussy I’ve jacked off to three times since. A pussy I planned on fucking this weekend.
Obviously, that won’t be happening now.
“I’m curious as to why you would say that, as well. Why can't I work here?” Emma challenges, folding her arms over her ample tits. She holds herself confidently even though I’ve insulted her. There’s a wildfire of rage in her ocean eyes. Such a contrast from the submissive, demure woman at the club who was nervous to even look at me.
