Lorenzo Rossi a wealthy businessman finds himself spellbound by the enigmatic beauty of Malaya Caruso after their fateful encounter. Their meeting sets off a whirlwind of emotions as Lorenzo becomes captivated by her very being.
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The smell of my dove exfoliating scrub filled my bathroom as I lathered my skin with it. I loved taking care of myself, that included using products to make me smell and look amazing. I let it sit for a minute before washing the scrub off and stepping out of the shower, it being the last step of my routine that morning.
I wiped the glass clean admiring my striking features and did my mouth care routine, ending it with a harsh mouth wash that burned but made my breath fresh all day. I still had about an hour until the first buyer arrived at the property I was selling, only 10 minutes away from my apartment, I could take my time this morning.
My work makeup consisted of sunscreen, mascara, blush and my lip combo, all accentuating my already beautiful features. This morning, I was dressed in a black long sleeve dress, stopping mid thigh with a deep V, showcasing my cleavage. I opted to wear my natural curls after taking out my braids, it pulled the look together well.
I arrived on time, but what I assumed to be the first buyer's car, a black Ferrari was already parked outside the property. I hope I don't get shit for this.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, so did my client. He had a smirk on his face, his black hair was slicked back and he was clad in an expensive looking black suit and tie and a gold watch on his wrist, checking the time.
"Ms. Caruso," his deep voice said.
"That's me." I outstretched my hand but he took it in his, placing a kiss on the back of it, his green eyes on me.
"My name is Nicholas Harrington."
I didn't recognize the wealthy CEO standing before me until he said his name. Why was he looking at a new building when he could've had someone look at it himself? I brushed it off, thanking him for his manners and opened the doors, leading the way so we could get started on the viewing.
"You're quite a beautiful little thing aren't you," he uttered.
I turned around and his eyes were on my ass before trailing up and landing on my cleavage, then my eyes last. Wrong day to wear a deep neckline.
"Thank you." My only desire was to keep this as professional as possible. "Well then, let's get on with it."
To the best of my abilities, I expressed the building being of modern architecture. "The sleek lines, expansive windows and open spaces create an environment perfect for innovation and growth, it's a gem waiting to be discovered and could become a canvas of your dreams."
My words were filled with expertise and passion, painting a vivid picture of the buildings potential yet as I spoke, my frustration mounted, realizing Nicholas' gaze was fixated on where they shouldn't.
I internally seethed at the lack of respect for my expertise. The tension in the air was palpable as I struggled to but firmly held my composure in the face of blatant disregard. It was a clash between professionalism and objectification, a battle I faced all too often in my career. Not only in my career but my personal life, my past experiences with men. They didn't care about what I had to say, instead focusing on the physical that was in front of them, reducing me to a mere piece of meat they stared at, fantasizing and salivating. I was just an object for their desires and nothing I said was important.
