Cries of His Heart (Italian Billionaire's Heart BWWM)

Chapter 7: Indira and Salvatore

 Salvatore's assistant called Indira's office at precisely 5 pm, the sound of her voice reverberating off the walls like a thunderclap. James quickly conveyed the message to Indira, who had just stepped into her office moments before. She knew this dinner could mean millions of dollars for Tech Aurora, as new clients would catapult them back to the top and give her much-needed financial security. With each new client taking her total of 10, she felt a wave of excitement flood over her — was the deal that could change their lives forever. A wild mix of trepidation and joy coursed through her veins as she thought of meeting Salvatore once more. She realized this could be the key to unlocking further success for her business.

Indira stumbled towards the restaurant, her strides heavy and burdened. The sound of clattering plates and conversation that filled the air grew louder as she neared the entrance. She pushed open the door, and stepped inside to an oven — like warmth, with a rich aroma of garlic, herbs, and spices that threatened to suffocate her. She felt surrounded by their pungent smell; immobilized by its intensity. Everything within Indira seemed to tighten in apprehension, yet despite all this, she found a few moments of comfort here.

"I hope this dinner will end well. I hope Mr. Salvatore will like having me around him... I mean in his company." she thought to herself as she waited anxiously for him.

Indira waited by the entrance, feeling a little awkward and hoping that Salvatore would be punctual. When he eventually arrived, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. He was dressed smartly in a well — fitting suit, a subtle sign of his success. Indira's heart hammered in her chest as she and the man exchanged a brief embrace. It felt more like a formality than a genuine display of affection, leaving her feeling cold and alone. The man seemed distant, almost wary of her as he spoke.

"Thank you for meeting me," he said, his voice low and guarded.

Indira nodded in agreement, but remained silent, unsure of what to say. She was consumed by a mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment.

"God, his smell is hypnotizing. He really knows how to steal a woman's attention." she thought to herself.

They weaved through the restaurant, Salvatore leading, Indira close behind. When they reached their table, he pulled out the chair for her and she gracefully sank into it, crossing one leg over the other. He couldn't help but admire her beauty — her mahogany skin positively glowed in the light of the candles, and every curve of her figure was stressed by the silky red button up blouse. Her legs were encased in sheer black stockings that clung to them like a second skin, and her feet were shod in sexy stilettos that added an extra six inches to her height.

"Who is this woman? Why is she making me feel this way? God, help me resist her." Salvatore thought as he took a sip of iced water.

His mouth suddenly went dry as desire clenched his heart — how he wanted to taste her, but he remembered he was engaged. The server strutted over and took their drink orders, Salvatore requesting the finest bottle of wine.

"So, Indira, tell me about yourself," he asked, flashing a toothy grin. "I always like to know who I have working for me."

Indira shifted in her seat and looked down at her impeccably manicured hands. "Well, I own my tech consulting business," she began, voice steady and confident. "I help companies with their cyber security and firewalls. I graduated first in my class at Harvard University. My father raised me alone when my mother died giving birth to me." she paused, taking a deep breath before continuing on, feeling strangely exposed by the story of her life. "I am an only child. I had the best childhood." She finished.