"We can't... you're my client."
He chuckled, "so? There's no law against fucking my lawyer." He cupped my chin forcing me to look at him. "Stop making excuses and let me fuck you."
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I got home at a reasonable hour after a delightful evening with Nicoló, which was enjoyable and insightful. I wanted to show my appreciation for his kindness, so I invited him in for a cup of coffee. I was uncertain if it was the right move. I hadn't had company in a while and wanted to maintain a professional relationship with him. A little bonding could provide me with valuable insights that might help his case. As we stepped inside, I locked the door behind us, grateful for the warmth of my home against the cold outside. I quickly made my way to the kitchen, slipping off my heels, while Nicoló quietly followed, taking in the surroundings.
"You have a nice home."
I giggled, "thank you. I haven't been staying in this house for long. But I knew it was the perfect place for me to live. I fell in love with this house the first time I saw it."
"It's simple, and you live in a quiet neighborhood, so that's a bonus."
I turned to finish brewing the coffee while he settled onto a stool at the kitchen island. I found myself at a loss for conversation; we had already covered so much during dinner and the drive over.
"Do you stay here alone?"
I smiled, "of course I do. I like the privacy of living alone. It's very peaceful and I wouldn't have it any other way. It does get lonely sometimes and can be scary. But I love living alone for the most part. What about you? Do you live alone in that big house of yours?"
"Kind of, I have maids. They live there a few days out of the week, but for the most part, you can say I live alone."
How was he affording such a lavish lifestyle? He hadn't brought up any job, which left me curious. I wasn't sure if he'd be open to discussing it, but I decided to ask anyway.
"So, what do you do for a living? I remember you mentioning that you're not interested in joining your dad's business. How do you earn your income?"
"Even if I don't want to work for my dad, it's something I have to do. I occasionally take on jobs for him that bring in a good amount of money."
I smirked, knowing he wouldn't tell me exactly what he did. "I'm guessing this is one of those things I shouldn't dig into any deeper?"
"You catch on fast. There's only so much I can tell you. The reason I say that is because..."
He stopped talking, and I frowned. Was he going to explain why, or was he just going to sit there? "Nicoló, because of what?"
He walked over to me slowly and I froze. I didn't know what to expect from him. I never did and that scared me.
He gently lifted my chin, compelling me to meet his gaze. "You look so fucking sexy. I would be lying if I said I didn't want you again."
I pushed him back gently, placing my hands on his chest. "We've already had this conversation, and I need to be clear: this can't happen. I want to keep our relationship strictly professional; it helps me stay focused."
