SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Nineteen

Kaarina hands were busy between cooking, serving and cooking again. But through all this, her hands itched to grab the small portable electronic device, which really needed to be upgraded, in her pocket that was shifting against her thigh each time she moved.

It was frustrating for her. Especially since she was moving around a lot. Being both the boss and worker for a restaurant didn't involve any sort of standing and looking pretty. Although she was grateful for that occupation which meant her restaurant was becoming more than successful, she really wished she could take a five and rest her aching feet. She couldn't possibly ask her mother to massage her feet again since she promised it wouldn't happen again. The other week was just a bit too much to handle. So most likely, this aching would turnover to the next day.

The thought of her aching feet worked for awhile to keep the thoughts of Achilles away. Until she conjured him as a sexy masseur, that would definitely make her run to the spa. And then she thought of his hands, including what they could do. To her especially.

She groaned wondering when since her brain became a broken record. It kept replaying the same old tune, only its scratches were getting more worn and less annoying. All in all, he was growing on to her and she was getting way too use to thinking about him every second that it was becoming a habit. And there was no question to her that it was bad. She just didn't know how bad and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know which went against her ever present curiosity.

As if on cue, the man that haunted her thoughts sauntered in at the precise moment she glanced at the door.

And she would be lying if he didn't render her speechless.

He had her heart beating faster by just his presence alone and when his gaze finally landed on her, the only thing she heard was the blood rushing in her ears. She felt drips of sweat trickle down the valley between her breasts and she saw his eyes linger on her breasts as if he knew what was happening.

If he was any other man, she would call him out as a pervert in colourful Spanish words. She would probably kick him out too without a backward glance.

But no, he was Achilles Vittorio.

At least the one she knew. The tabloids had something entirely different to say. But who was she to judge him from the greedy media that only cared about making the most profits out of everything they sold.

"Hey," he smiled at her and Kaarina was all too aware of the others watching them. She tried her mightiest to not blush, but that wasn't something she could control. Just like the desire that thickened her blood. Probably having him at work was a bad idea. "Anything else I can help you with?"

He had moved behind her, his breath fanning against her ear. Involuntarily, she shivered and she scolded herself for such action. It was still hard to come to terms that a man, a very very hot one, could break down the cool composed exterior she had for so many years. Especially since when her father had fallen ill.

Not that she was complaining, but she should. Or at least that was what she kept telling herself.
He looked over her shoulder to see the documents in her hand. He puckered his lips in an almost childish manner and Kaarina scolded herself for wanting to mould those lips to hers.

"Documents in the kitchen?" He inquired, still not touching her but by the way her hormones was going, it seemed as if he would be doing more than touching. Yet he wasn't. And that was slowly killing her like a spreading wildfire. "Isn't that unsafe?"

She rolled her eyes. She even forgot about the documents that had just come in for her through fax. Some of the people she did business with still loved using thr fax machine. Kaarina still didn't get what was wrong with e-mails nowadays.