Sinful Heaven

**1- A Simple Life

Eleanor Scott was deeply focused, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she set up a new program for her company. The office was quiet, the low hum of computers the only sound, but Eleanor’s mind was buzzing with ideas. Her best friend, Blake, sat across from her, offering suggestions and insightful ideas as she worked. They made an efficient team—Blake’s creative thinking perfectly complemented Eleanor’s technical expertise.

"Try adjusting the algorithm here," Blake suggested, leaning over the desk to point at her screen. Eleanor paused, considering the idea, before nodding with a small smile. Blake always knew how to push her thinking in new directions, and she appreciated his input more than anyone else’s.

“Good call,” Eleanor said, making the adjustment.

Blake grinned. "You know I’ve got your back."

With his encouragement and her drive, Eleanor knew they could tackle anything. Together, they were unstoppable.

As Eleanor and Blake worked side by side, their focus completely on finalizing the website’s details, the air in the IT department suddenly shifted. Leonard Sanchez, Alejandro Lucci, and Roberto Salvatore, the powerful Mafia leaders who secretly controlled the company, entered the room, their presence commanding instant attention. These men were more than just executives—they exuded an aura of power, control, and danger that made everyone stand still in their tracks. Incredibly sexy and undeniably intimidating, they turned heads wherever they went.

Their initial goal was to speak with the IT Director, but as they strode toward his office, something, or rather someone, caught their attention. Eleanor, completely unaware of the shift in the room, continued to work with Blake, oblivious to the three pairs of eyes now trained on her. She was lost in the details, discussing layout adjustments and adding final touches to the program.

Blake, however, noticed immediately. His smirk grew as he felt the weight of their gaze lingering on Eleanor. They were watching her closely, intrigued by her in a way that made Blake inwardly laugh. *If only Eleanor knew how much attention she was getting right now*, he thought, amused. His best friend was always so innocent, never realizing the effect she had on people—especially powerful men like these.

As the men’s gaze remained locked on Eleanor, a possessive energy seemed to fill the room. Blake could only wonder what would happen next, as the three Mafia leaders—men used to getting exactly what they wanted—had clearly found someone who had piqued their interest.

Eleanor groaned softly as she blew a strand of her fiery red hair out of her face, her frustration momentarily breaking her focus. She was close to finishing the program but could feel hunger creeping in, reminding her that it had been hours since she last ate. Completely unaware of the shift in the atmosphere, she stretched slightly and glanced at the clock, her mind still on work.

Blake, watching her from the corner of his eye, grinned. “Come on, let’s grab some pizza. You’re running on fumes,” he suggested casually.

It always amazed him how completely oblivious Eleanor was to the effect she had on others—especially on him. With her waist-length ginger hair cascading around her and those striking emerald green eyes, she was undeniably sexy and alluring. Yet, she had no idea. Blake found it almost comical how she made men drool over her without even trying, her innocence adding to her charm.

As he smiled at her cluelessness, he couldn’t help but notice the three Mafia leaders still lingering nearby, their intense gazes never leaving Eleanor. They weren’t just watching her—they were captivated, and Blake knew all too well the kind of dangerous attention she had unknowingly drawn. But for now, he kept it to himself, letting her enjoy her oblivion a little longer, knowing things were about to get very interesting.