His Angel

Chapter 2

I woke up an hour early than usual. It had been one of those restless nights, so I decided I might as well get up. I would start breakfast early so that Betty wouldn't have to do anything when she awake. Wearing my white tank top and pajama short, I headed to the kitchen.

I had bacons sizzling on the pan and the range hood turned on, so I didn't hear the elevator doors opened. I was humming to myself, swaying my hips to Romeo Santos' Propuesto Indecente as I turned around. To my surprised, a man with his arms crossed, stood not far from me. Amusement was written all over his face. Embarrassed, red as a tomato, I stood frozen in place from the shock. I momentarily stared at the stranger in a black trouser, white collared shirt and an undone necktie hanging from his neck. He was tall with a height reaching over 6'. The man had broad shoulders, well-defined muscles and narrow hips. He was handsome like a Hollywood celebrity. His thick, luscious hair was paired with a set of deep navy blue eyes. He scanned my 5 feet 3 body, briefly pausing at my no doubt erected nipples and exposed thighs. I hadn't given much thought to my appearance before but I know I'm not an epitome of beauty. I'm not exactly thin with an ample C cup chest and well-endowed derriere – although nothing like Nicki Minaj or Kim Kardashian's. I had long black wavy hair and brown eyes that showed a tint of green in certain lightings. I had nothing worth bragging. However, when this man looked at me, there was appreciation in his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, he started approaching. When he was within arm's reached, he slowly circled around me. I had never in my life felt so vulnerable and self-conscious before. His behaviour was similar to a predator taunting its prey. The man exuded danger and evil underneath the handsome facade. When he faced me once again, his mouth was set in a smirk and an evil glint in his eyes. I felt chills down my spine and that seemed to break me free from my stupor.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I said with as much conviction as I possibly could. He raised an eyebrow and took hold of a strand of my hair between his thumb and forefinger as a respond.

"My name is Luca Moretti. I own this place," he said in his deep husky voice.

"Betty told me she hired someone to help her around the house. She forgot to mention you're beautiful with a body to die for." A sharp intake of breath passed my lips. I didn't know if I should be flattered with his compliment or annoyed for being bold to a fault. "What's your name babe?"

"I...I'm Angela," I answered automatically as he distractedly played with my hair.

"Angela as in angel," Luca whispered more to himself than to me. Feeling hyperaware of Luca's towering body near me, I stepped back. It allowed him to release the strand captive in his fingers. The space was much needed to think properly and gained back some control.

"Wel..." I swallowed and tried again. "Welcome back Mr. Moretti. I think you should change upstairs and I will have breakfast ready for you when you come back down." I was both proud and surprised I spoke in complete and coherent sentence.

"Yea. You're right. I will do just that," said Luca. Suddenly, his demeanor changed. It was like he realised he was a suspect talking to a detective without a lawyer. Then, upon recognizing the error of his way, his guards went up. His face became unreadable. In a hurry, he turned around and headed upstairs. Meanwhile, I felt my knees weakened as I hold onto the counter to keep me up. Luca Moretti sure was....intense.

I finished making breakfast when Luca and Betty came to the kitchen. Thankfully, I was able to change into something more appropriate and less revealing. However, I was displeased Luca and I were wearing matching outfits in a tight black t-shirt and blue jeans. I tried my best to ignore him while I set up the table. I was hoping he wouldn't notice the coincidence.

"Oh Luca! Welcome back dear," Betty said delightedly. Luca smiled, gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I must introduce you to Angela."

"We met already when I arrived earlier."

"Oh....When you met, did you happen to plan out the outfit for the day?" Betty said chuckling. I couldn't help but blush, convinced Luca had notice now. I glanced at him. He was staring at me with a bemused look on his face.

"No, we didn't," he said unemotionally.

"Must be fate," Betty commented further embarrassing me. I wonder if she was purposely teasing us. Luca sat down at the table but I can still feel his eyes on me even when he spoke to Betty.

"I will have two of my business associates come over for dinner tonight. I know its last minute but I didn't hire cater. I was hoping you and Angel could whip up something for tonight."

"It's actually Angela," I automatically corrected Luca. There was a pregnant pause before he responded.

"I know."

I swallowed, confused by what Luca could mean. It was followed by a minute of awkwardness with no one uttering a single word. I was grateful when Betty finally spoke up, breaking the ice.

"Well then. Luca, we will leave you with your breakfast. Angela and I will be very busy."

It was a relief to be leaving. I didn't feel comfortable with the way he looked at me. It was unnerving. I just knew Luca was dangerous. Something in him didn't feel right. There was an aura of darkness about him that I couldn't pinpoint. At the same time, he also had this way about him that was alluring. Beguiling might had been a more befitting word because to fall for his charm would be perverse. Lucca Moretti was fire to a moth. An arbitrary assumption of a man I had only officially met in less than a couple of hours.

"Listen dear, Luca's guest can sometimes be very crude with their choice of words. Remember, don't let snarky remarks get personal. Just serve them their food and don't try to catch their attention. Do you understand?" Betty told me while I pushed the grocery cart. I was kind of caught off guard. She was not telling me to behave myself rather warning me.

"Oh," I said pausing before continuing to ask questions. "Is his guest tonight very important people? Who are they? Is this dinner to entice a deal or to celebrate?" Betty smiled at me adoringly. She doesn't really take me seriously.

"You're a curious little thing, aren't you? Have you never heard of the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat'? I don't know the answers to your questions dear. I don't ask questions."

"Oh," I said dissatisfied with her respond. I never knew Betty could be so cryptic with her warnings. I tried to occupy my mind on what to make for dinner for the rest of the grocery trip. I had worked less than a week and already I had so many questions formulating in my head.