Opposites Do Most Certainly Attract!

Dante Marcellus Valenti...

Scarlett knew a threat when she heard one - she'd got enough of those back at Law school and thereafter in court on several occasions. Again, she wasn't formidable for nothing. "Are you saying, Mr. Valenti, that, because you're rich, royalty and famous, you shouldn't hear the truth? Or that, people shouldn't be straight up with you? And that, if they do, something is going to happen to them?" she asked with her eyes slitted, ready for battle. She was so suing for this!

Dante's reaction couldn't have made it worse, he laughed. Right in her face. " What a way to twist words, Ms. Kane. You're not revered for nothing, I see. Well, to answer your question, yes, I should be treated a lot differently from other people - you could accord me the respect that I deserve when addressing me."

"Respect! Respect? Did you 'accord me' any respect when you heinously insulted me? Or wait, I don't deserve respect because I'm not as rich as you are and I don't have a title." she was getting angrier and angrier and suddenly, she remembered - her grandma's house!
This should be going a little differently. Should she call ceasefire? She had to try for her grandma. "You know what, forget it. Let's focus on the matter at hand here, my grandma's house." she said with a shake of her head as she turned away from him and walked back to her chair. "Let's talk." she indicated with her hand that he should sit.

Dante was surprised, very surprised. One moment she was going to tear his head off, the next, she's inviting him to talk. Well, they'd always said redheads had tempers from hell and she obviously wasn't an exception. What he admired was how quickly she got back to focus on what was at stake. And her lush flawless creamy skin that actually shimmered - was that possible?

"You mean my inheritance." he said softly but matter of fact as he finally took a seat. "Tell me, how much do you know about that property and it's ownership?" he asked with a superior look that made Scarlett shake with irritation. He was so smug she wanted to crush him under her golden 6inch heels. What made Dante Valenti think he was king over all? What made him think he deserved more respect than she did?
She looked at him in annoyance that hopefully couldn't show on her face because she needed him to believe she could be... nice, yes, about this. Or at least, reasonable.
And, what a man, she thought with a shudder because she'd never quite met someone like him - the whole package, so to speak.
So tall she had to tilt her head back to look at him when they were standing, shoulders and chest so broad she couldn't see anything behind him- that could also be because she couldn't take her eyes off him. And boy did that fitting dove grey Armani suit do wonders for him, or was he the one who did wonders for it, she wasn't sure. Of course, she was well aware Italian men were a force to reckon with when it came to just about everything but, wow! She could literally feel the testosterone coming off him in spades and wondered where he got the time to work out with his obviously very busy schedule.
Scarlett looked at his chest again and felt goosebumps all over her skin - so much power he exuded!
If only that was it about Dante Valenti but unfortunately, he of course had to have a Greek god face that completed the package. It wasn't right to refer to this man as beautiful but he was, in every sense of the word and in a very wholesome way. Even the way he moved his mouth when delivering one of his extremely arrogant statements was something to revel in. Scarlett remembered the force of his deep ocean blue eyes that had seemed to glimmer at her when he'd entered her office. It was a sin, surely, for a man to have such a compelling gaze but then, it made sense because how else would he entrap unsuspecting victims like, like, the women in Italy! And most probably all over the world seeing as he was so rich and famous.
Interesting how he'd said she didn't look like a lawyer because of her looks, well, neither did he look like a banker with that mouth and those cheekbones that definitely belonged in some advert for living on the edge or something even more dangerous!
And, did all Italian men have such thick gorgeous hair? Thick dark chocolate hair that made her think of running her hands through it - he was perfection personified.