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“Oh, that’s nice.” As much as I don’t want a stranger in there, I love the idea of a maid. Always having to clean up after a long day sucked.
“You don’t seem happy about it.”
“I am. It’s just that I’ve never had someone come clean my home.”
“I’ve grown up with staff around me, but you’ll get used to it.”
“I suppose it is pretty normal for you.”
“It is, but if you don’t want it, we can empty the fridge and clean it together.”
“You’d do that?”
“If it would make you more comfortable.”
“No, it’s fine. I promise.”
“Good, I didn’t really want to clean and scrub anyway.” We both laugh, and he tickles me. “We have to get going.”
I sigh and then roll my eyes. “Okay, I suppose I’ll get ready.”
“Well, we can wait just a bit,” he growls, biting down on my nipple.
“Luca,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his back. It takes us a lot longer to get to the city than he wanted, but the orgasms were worth it.
Chapter Twelve
Luca
“Stay here and recover, sexy. You can do some online Christmas shopping. Here is a card and a tablet.” She sits on the sofa with her legs bent behind her butt.
“You’re trusting me with the internet?” she asks, raising her brow and smirking.
“Yes. You know the rules when it comes to your brother anyway. Besides, you can’t leave the condo, and we’ll head out in a few hours.” She stands up and kisses my lips.
I’m in my flooring warehouse to discuss the absence of Mr. Colombo, who I personally dispatched of, and with great pleasure too. As much as it’s none of their business, I couldn’t have my employees talking or asking too many questions. This is one of my legitimate businesses, so I need everything to be as smooth as possible here.
I enter and am greeted by the security at the front. “Hello, Mr. D’Antonio. It’s great to see you here.”
“I’d like to hold a staff meeting, Mr. Porter. Gather all the managers in the conference room in five.”
“Um, sorry, but only Mr. Decker and Ms. Kane are here.”
“Very well. I’ll just do a silent inspection and then address the staff.”
“Yes, sir.” He nods, and I take the stairs to the fourth floor where the business suites are located. As I enter, I’m greeted by a staffer who nearly hits me with her cup of coffee. “Oh my God, sir, I’m terribly sorry. Please don’t um…”
“Relax. Just be more careful.”
“Yes, sir. Yes, sir…” She quickly scurries away to a tiny cubicle. There are eight cubicles in the middle of the floor, all of them six feet high to offer a bit of privacy as well as convenience while they are answering calls. As I walk around them, I notice one is unoccupied. It pisses me off because no one informed me that we are understaffed. Certain cubicles are for certain tasks. This one has been strictly for incoming customer service calls.
I tap on the office door next to the empty cubicle to find a nervous, scrawny man in a sweater vest and tie.
“Oh my, Mr. D’Antonio, forgive me. I didn’t know you’d be in today.” He reaches for his suit jacket.
“That’s fine.” I wave my hand for him to stop. He does and calms down. “Excuse me. I need to speak with one of the supervisors for this department.”
“Um…Mr. Cochran is on vacation at the moment until after Christmas.”
