worshipping the devil

-two-

E L E N A

I throw on some black denim shorts and a white blouse.

This is the first meal I have to cook for Mr Mattioni, so I have to make a good impression.

The kitchen is wonderful. It's very big with an island in the middle. It has sparkly white floor tiles and the cabinets are all gleaming white. It has multiple stoves and cookers along with every piece of equipment you could think of.

Deciding to go for a cream pasta dish with peas and bacon, I start to book the water for the pasta. My mom taught me how to cook before she died, and this was our favourite meal to make together. I used to always eat the frozen peas, while mom kept telling me I was going to get a belly ache. I always did get a belly ache.

A tear fell from my eye at the memory. I quickly wiped it away.

She's gone, Elle.

Half an hour later, dinner is  nearly done. I make my way upstairs and knock on Mr Mattioni's office door to inform him. I can't lie, I'm shitting myself.

I wonder what he's like. Young, old? Nice, mean? What if he's really boring and careless... or even worse; he fires me tonight because he doesn't like the food.

A deep voice interrupts me from my wandering mind. "Come in,"

I slowly open the door and stand in front of it, being careful not to trip over my own feet. When I look up, I see the most gorgeous human being I've ever seen.

My eyes lock into his mesmerising emerald orbs; such a dark, deep, stormy green. I bite my bottom lip as I take in the rest of his features. A sharp jawline covered with day-old stubble, full eyebrows and long black lashes. His brown hair is gelled neatly on the top of his head, apart from one disobeying strand which falls down.

His eyes roam down my body in an intimidating way, but I feel the urge to clench my thighs together. I catch him lick his plump pink lips and rest his head on his hand which is propped up onto the desk he's sitting at.

I realise it's been way too long without me saying anything.

"Um, sorry to bother you. Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes," I say, trying to sound confident, but failing. I look down and start to fiddle with my fingers; a habit I've always had when I'm nervous.

"I'll be down soon," Mr Mattioni reply's, his voice sounding much deeper than before. I noticed how his eyes had also turned extremely dark green; almost black.

He's looking at me with such intensity that I find myself becoming self-conscious. I quickly nod and give him a small smile, before hurriedly turning around and exiting him office.

I shut the door behind me and lean against the wall beside it. My eyes close and I take a deep breath.

Why must he be so gorgeous? Why?

***

I hear footsteps walk into the dining room which is just next to the kitchen. It has a long 6-seater oak table with black leather chairs all around it. It has a few pictures on the wall and small chest of drawers below a big window.

I sprinkle some cheese on top of the pasta and bring it in along with a glass of water.

As I'm walking in, I notice Mr Mattioni has changed his work clothes to a white t-shirt and some grey joggers.

His eyes trail up and down my body as I place his food on the table in front of me. "I hope you enjoy," I say politely.

"Sit," he suggests softly and gestures to the chair next to him.

"Oh, um, I have to wash up, Mr Mattioni," I hesitantly reply. His face stays stern.

"My name is Adrian. Sit down," he demands this time. I obey and sit down next to him, crossing my legs under the table to try to get rid of the throbbing down there.

"Don't be scared. I don't bite," He says and I let out a small laugh.

That's a shame.

"So, Elena," the way he says my name send shivers down my spine. "Why did you move to England?" Adrian asks as he takes a bite of his food.

"I visited London when I was young and I loved it. Since then I always begged my parents to move there but we never had the opportunity," I reply, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly; but it still hurt to talk about them.

"Why was that?" Adrian shifts in his seat so that he's facing me a bit more.

"Some things happened." I take a deep breath. "I don't really want to talk about it," I say.

"That's okay. Nobody should ever make you do anything you don't want to, do you understand?"

I nod, a bit confused as to why he's suddenly teaching me life lessons. "As long as your living under my roof, you're my responsibility." He explains.

"I can take care of myself," I fire back.

"I'm sure you can, but I need my staff to be 100 percent safe."

"And I need you to do that for me?"

"You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"

"When I want to be," I say. Adrian puts his fork down and puts his elbow up on the table. He raises one eyebrow and gives my a smirk that makes me wet.

"And why do you want to be feisty with me now?" He licks his lower lip and all I can think about is what else that tongue can do.

I feel the need to clench my thighs together. It's very hard to concentrate in keeping up this can't-be-bothered act when really, I'm a few seconds away from pouncing on him.

Don't get yourself fired.

"Because you're a douchebag," I say back and see his eyebrows raise in surprise, but only for a split second. I stand up from my chair.

"Enjoy the rest of your dinner, Adrian."

And with that, I walk out of the dining room and into the kitchen to wash up.

I just got myself fired, didn't I?

***

the beginning but was elena's pov of the prologue which was originally in adrian's pov.

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