When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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It's imprinted on my mind. The way she gasped and squirmed underneath my grip last night.
It was her faking her innocence that turned me on even more.
I hadn't been able to accompany her for lunch today because of my packed schedule. I suppose she was going to be fine on her own.
Taking a deep breath I focused on the task right now.
''Miss Huxley, the deal has been finalized I believe?''
I rested my chin on my hand, ''Yes.''
He nodded, seeming satisfied with himself, leaning back on his chair. ''Very well Miss Huxley, rest assured it will be done very soon. Thank you for your time.''
''Very well then.'' I held the file between my two fingers, ready to close it, ''I believe the meeting's over.''
With the finality in my voice, I closed the file, getting up from my seat as the others followed suit.
A groan of tiredness and hunger left my lips as I made my way towards the dining room, the doors opening to reveal Rose delicately slicing a piece of turkey.
As I sat at the head of the table a server to my right scurried my way and silently cut the turkey and placed a piece of it on my plate.
I set my file down and completely shifted my attention to Rose peacefully eating small bites of her turkey.
''Are your meetings over?'' she asked, finally looking up from her turkey.
''Yes,'' I answered taking a bite of the turkey. Her eyes wandered to the chocolate tart in front of us and she licked her lips.
Swallowing the bite of turkey I asked her nonchalantly, ''What have you been doing today?''
She averted her eyes from the tart to focus on me, ''Nothing. Been roaming around the house all day.'
I nodded struggling to find more words to continue this conversation.
Finishing with her turkey she set her plate aside and immediately reached for the tart. Her gaze went to me, ''You want some? I bet it's fantastic.''
I shook my head, ''I don't eat any sweet items.''
Her eyebrows creased in confusion so hard the lines became immensely prominent on her forehead, looking at me as if I had just committed a crime.
Ignoring her expression I snapped my fingers at the server and pointed towards my empty glass. He looked at me apologetically and got a bottle of wine, pouring it into my glass.
While Rose munched on her tart I sipped on my wine, not missing the way her eyes kept flickering to the file I had in front of me, interest etching on her face.
Yet I didn't say anything. When she was finished with her tart she got up and looked at me questioningly. I waved my hand dismissively wanting to be left alone.
