Rafael

Chapter 25 - Paolo Fiero

After telling her all the gory details about what happened between my boss and me again, Mel's mouth was wide open like a fish.

It's been five minutes.

It's safe to say I broke my best friend.

"Mel. Say something please."

"Something."

"Girl what?"

"Sorry, my mind is just blown right now?"

"It's a lot to take in, I know."

"Funny how a few months ago you were all like 'he's a criminal, I will never get involved with him' and now look at you, you whore."

"Shut up, the yoni wants what it wants."

"Wait, you slept with him?"

I sighed.

"No, but I would if only he would make a move to make things official."

"Hmm, first of all; you got to let him know that you aren't just some office pastime."

"And how do I do that without making things weird?"

Mel smirked as she took a sip of her red wine.

"You make him want you more than he's ever wanted anybody before of course."

This was the conversation that had me driving my car to work with my hair down, for the first time in forever.

Mel's exact words were 'You look so much hotter with your hair down so ditch the bun on Monday'.

I wasn't happy to do so but I ditched the bun because I needed to appeal to all of Rafael's senses today and wearing my hair down would help things along.

After applying some makeup and then brushing my long, brown hair till it shone, I slipped into a white double-breasted, long-sleeved dress that fit me like a glove, and not to mention it drew a little attention to my cleavage area.

It was a dress that any woman in charge might wear which was exactly what I wanted to be.

When I looked in the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw.

The color white just made my skin pop and my hair looked perfect.

Everything was coming together.

All I needed was the proper heels; a pair of white pumps that went perfectly with my outfit and the minute I put them on, I was out the door.

Doing my hair had used up a lot of time that I didn't have and I knew I was definitely going to be late if there was traffic.

Thankfully there wasn't and after getting some pretty obvious ogles from the security who checked my ID, I was on my way to the elevators until Gina, one of the downstairs receptionists called me over.

I guess I could spare a quick minute.

"Hey Gina," I smiled at the blonde behind the counter, or was it just a high desk?

Or was it both?

"Hey Mia, you look amazing," She whistled, looking me up and down.

"Thanks, just felt like dressing up today and you look great too."

She was wearing a violet-colored button-up shirt with a black pencil skirt.

"Thanks! Anyway, I'll let you go up to your office now but I just had to see you up close because you're wearing your hair down. Never happens!"

"Right," I laughed, "but my friend talked me into it somehow."

"Your friend is my hero," chuckled Gina then her telephone rang, cutting our conversation short.