Page 9 of His Beautiful Revenge
She pulled herself up. “Yes, very. Just wishing more workplaces were like this.”
He smiled. “I hear you. Come and sit on the balcony and we’ll talk about the projects I have in mind.”
The afternoon flew by and Norah left the Conti building feeling more energized by work than she had for a long time. The challenges Giacomo Conti laid in front of her were daunting in their scope, to be sure, but the kind of challenge she had longed for.
“I see us working closely together,” he said, his eyes twinkling, and she grinned at his flirtatious manner; this man knew how gorgeous he was and didn’t mind using it.You are trouble,she thought now, smiling to herself, but she had enjoyed every moment in Giacomo Conti’s company. More than his looks and personality, though, he had treated her with respect, listened to her as she went through some preliminary ideas, and gave her constructive criticism and praise. It had been a productive, collaborative meeting and she had enjoyed it. Giacomo had asked her to officially sign a contract with him. She had agreed without even discussing money; she had forgotten all about the money side of thing until she got home and read through the contract.
She frowned. It must be a typo. She grabbed her phone and called him. “I think there’s been a typo,” she said, her tone amused. “There are one too many zeros on the end of this check.”
She heard his deep, soft laugh and it sent thrills through her. “No,” he said. “There’s no mistake.”
Norah gasped. “Giacomo …no. This is too generous.”
“No, it isn’t. You just haven’t been paid what you are clearly worth before. I have to tell –you—I won’t budge on this.”
Norah was speechless. “I don’t know what to say except thank you for believing in me.”
That laugh again. “I know you won’t let me down.”
“I won’t. I promise. Not ever.” Were they still talking about work? The conversation had taken a far more intimate turn and Norah felt her body quiver with longing.
There was a pause in the conversation. “Norah …I’m having dinner with some friends tomorrow night. Would you like to join me?”
Norah felt a pang. God, yes, she would but … “Giacomo, I can’t. I’m sorry. I have commitments at home.”
“Understood. Another time?”
“Definitely. Goodnight, Giacomo.”
“Sweet dreams,Bella.”
She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She went to bed that night, and as Lucian was still out, she allowed herself a little fantasy, sliding her hand between her legs and stroking her clit as she conjured up an image of Giacomo Conti naked, wet from the shower as he opened the door to her. He smiled, saying nothing, but pulling her gently into his arms. Norah gave a soft moan as she imagined his lips against hers, his strong hands sliding under her dress to tug her panties down her legs. She bit her lip as her hand moved faster on her clit and she imagined his cock, huge and pulsating, thrusting deep inside her as his green eyes locked onto hers.
Norah came as her fantasy melted away and she lay there panting for a few minutes, her body vibrating with the afterglow and her mind whirling. Her orgasm, intense and all-consuming, had made her shiver with desire and longing.
She heard the front door slam, bringing her back to reality. She turned over in the bed, not wanting to talk to Lucian as he stomped up the stairs.
“Norah? You awake?”
She kept her eyes shut, feeling irritated at his presence.God, just leave him already, woman.She stiffened as he got into the bed. He smelled of booze and perfume.
Fucker.
She felt him reach for her and kept her body stiff and unresponsive. “Come on, baby,” he slurred, “Wake up for daddy.”
She wanted to throw up. He knew she hated it when he got like this—drunk and sloppy—and he did it deliberately. The “daddy” thing had always revolted her and it was a new thing too. Did his other girlfriend like it?
Lucian’s hand was between her legs now, and finally, she reacted. “What the hell are you doing?”
He laughed. “Just getting mine. C’mon, honey, we haven’t done it for weeks.”
She edged away from him, but he grabbed hold of her arm. “Let me go, Lucian.”
“You know what?No.You’re my girlfriend, dammit …”
He moved quickly, pulling her back onto the bed and covering her body with his, his hands burrowing. “Getoffme,” she growled at him, getting more annoyed and scared, but he didn’t let her go. His fingers were seeking her sex now.
“Why are you wet? See, ready for me, just like I wanted.”
