We Are Not The Same

"Take off your clothes"

(His pov)

Her eyes  widened

"Holy shit" she whispers to herself. I couldn't tell if she was intimidated by me or if she was just in shock

Fuck

her fucking face was so irresistible, I couldn't stop looking at her. All I can think about is how good she would look bent over my desk, getting fucked till she can't see. But I quickly get snapped out of my thoughts when she gets up and heads toward the door

Shit

I can't let her leave

"You got Somewhere to be" I say with confusion. She just stares at me for a while before responding. "I don't want the job anymore," she says without making eye contact. I lower my brows in confusion. Was it something I said? Was it me? Am I that bad? These thoughts kept circling my mind as I searched her face for answers. She started to grab the door handle when suddenly I lightly grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to my body

"Gabriela," I said in a soft tone, making her look at me with her big beautiful brown eyes. I almost felt myself melt. "You got the job, can you start right now ". She looked at me with a shocked expression and then it quickly faded to a confused expression. "I got the job" she pauses the continued "as a waitress". She looked up at me, waiting for my answer. I can't help but be disappointed, I understand that the job opening was to fill a waitressing position but I wanted her near me at all times. I wanted her.

"No, you're my new assistant"

(Her pov )

Mateo fucking Mariano

"Oh shit". I can't believe I just walked into his fucking restaurant, I mean I saw his last name on the building but let's be real every Italian person has that last name, I thought it was a coincidence.

Shit

I can't work for him, if he finds out who my stepdad is I'm gonna end up worse than that man from earlier,

my fucking stepdad works for a man named Vance, he's a no-last name type of guy. Every weekend my stepdad goes and does "jobs" for Vance in exchange for money. The last job my stepdad did for him, paid 500,000 thousand dollars. Obviously He spent it all on drugs and unnecessary shit but that last 5,000 he used to buy the shitty house we live in

Back when we lived in Chicago, my stepdad had to do a job for an entire week in New York. He said that it would pay big time. And that we will be living in the biggest mansion ever after he got paid. But he didn't return for three months. My mom was worried sick but we couldn't call the police because of all the illegal activity he was involved in, so we just waited. When he did come back he had three missing toes and two missing fingers. He was completely traumatized for days he just kept saying the same words over and over again

"I'm sorry Mr. Mariano"

And me being curious, I search the name on Google and all I saw was a police report from 15 years ago, involving a seven-year-old boy and a murder investigation, that's when I found out that the seven-year-old boy killed an 18-year-old boy with a knife. There was only a photo on the old police report, it was the little boy with a caption that said "Mateo Mariano age 7".

All of the thoughts about my stepdad, Chicago, and the police report were flooding my brain, I couldn't take it anymore. I have to get out of here. so I head for the door.

"You got Somewhere to be," he says with confusion. I don't know what to do, I find myself just staring at him . he looks so good, the sunlight hitting him perfectly. I finally get the confidence to mutter some words. "I don't want the job anymore,"  I say trying to avoid his intimidating gaze as much as I can.

He just stares at me for a while, as if he's searching my face for questions, I don't have the answer to. he's gearing up to say something, but I don't want to hear it. I just want to leave, I start to grab the door handle. But before I can turn it I feel him grab me and pull me closer to him, so close I can smell his cologne. He's so intoxicating. His cologne fills my nose and I can feel my pussy tingle, I'm instantly turned on,

ugh I want him

"Gabriela," he says in a deep soft tone, instantly giving me butterflies. I can't help but look up at him, staring into his eyes, loving the way he looks at me. It feels like he just stares through me. His eyes lower for a split second, I wish I could know what he was thinking, his eyes  quickly snap back, as if he was a deep thought, "You got the job, can you start right now"  he says not breaking eye contact

What the fuck

I can't believe what I'm hearing. Did He just say I got the job? wait I didn't even finish my interview. Why did he want me? , especially since all the waitresses here are Italian and drop-dead gorgeous, not saying I'm ugly cause that would be a lie, but I don't look like a fucking Victoria's secret model "I got the job" I say, I can't believe it, there's no way "as a waitress". I'm looking up at him waiting for an answer, why does he seem so disappointed, did he change his mind? Does he not want me anymore?

"No, you're my new assistant," he says, breaking me from my thoughts,  Im his new WHAT? I can't believe it, I'm so in shock, I'm just staring at him with my mouth open, I'm barely even qualified to be a waitress, let alone an Assistant to a multi-million dollar CEO of over 15 different companies. He has officially lost his mind. "I'm not qualified for that," I say, I'm trying hard not to put myself down, but let's be honest I have a bare minimum high school education, and I've only had one job in my entire life. Im the last person he should want to be his assistant is me. Not to mention my family complications.

He turns around and walks back to his desk and chuckles. " you don't have to be qualified to get coffee and file paperwork, Gabriella". He's looking at me waiting for a response, I feel nauseous. Should I tell him about my stepdad? , Should I tell him about Vance? I need this job, I wonder how much it pays." how much" I say. He looks at me with a slight smirk "500" he says. Oh shit five hundred dollars a week. " a week" I say with slight concern, not that I wouldn't be grateful, but I'm gonna need more money than that. " no $500 a day Gabriella", he's so confident, and strict, it's so sexy.  " Do you accept the job", he says not breaking his strong eye contact with me, I mean I want the job, but if I take this job, I'll be risking everything but at the same time, I need the money for my brother's care. I think I'll be fine as long as I don't mention my stepdad or my family.

"I'll take the job," I say with a bright smile, I'm actually kind of excited to be working for him. He seems like a pretty professional guy. What's so hard about getting him a coffee? this job should be easy.

I quickly break myself from my thoughts and look at him as he's writing something in his book, then he looks up, staring me up and down, he smirks slightly and says

"Take off your clothes"