A business arrangement forced us together.
His power keeps us tangled.
And every time I try to pull away... I want him even more.
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AMIRA
I'm currently driving to the address that Alessandro sent for us to meet up and work at for the day. Nia is paired up with Senior Armani this time because we switch often. Mr. Armani is truly a delightful man compared to his son that I can't stop fucking thinking about.
yayyy me
I'm wearing a cute business casual outfit. Tan brownish bodysuit with blue mid wash jeans with a tan stylish cardigan. Hair straight due to the chilly weather and annual silk press season.
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(outfit claim only)
He told me that once the concierge let me in that the door to his apartment was already opened awaiting my arrival.
***
When the calendar invite said work from home collaboration, this is not what I imagined.
I'm sitting at the massive marble dining table in Alessandro's penthouse spreadsheets open, contracts pulled up, presentations halfway built and the man across from me is determined to sabotage every ounce of professionalism left in my body.
Because he's a manwhore .
A manwhore who's wearing grey sweatpants.
Diablo.
Loose. Dangerous. Slightly low on his hips like a personal attack against my self-control. And to top it off? A plain white shirt that looks a little too small, sleeves hugging those unfair biceps, with his messy hair that looks like he just woke up.
He's completely unbothered. I, on the other hand, am hanging on by dental floss.
"You're awfully quiet, bellissima," he teases, glancing up from his laptop with that cocky little smirk that makes me want to slap him and straddle him at the same time.
I close my legs just a little tighter just for security.
"I'm working," I bite out, eyes glued to my screen. If I make eye contact, I'm finished.
