"This must be the one, then, eh Derek?" The smooth, direct voice was a shot of espresso to my psyche. A hint of Italian accent perfected the sensation, and I found myself leaning into the sound.
Emerald eyes as shocking as my own stared me down as I took a few tentative steps into the room. I kept my gaze glued to them, held in a trance by the hot, stark darkness that stared back at me.
Where my eyes were lit with shards of gold, his were riddled with navy and black. Looking into them was like looking into the eerie, blue-green darkness of an ancient forest.
I shivered, despite the warmth of the room and the four bodies surrounding me.
Virginia what the hell have you gotten yourself into?
"My name is Virginia Sullivan," I said quietly, my eyes never leaving his, even when my voice betrayed my nerves.
I had no idea what emotions or thoughts were going through this man's head as he stared at me, his face like a paper cutout from a GQ magazine.
Defined cheekbones angled perfectly to a Cupid's bow mouth, lips just plump enough to be sexy, and a barely-there dimple in his chin. A meticulously groomed five o'clock shadow faded perfectly into slim sideburns at his ears, where small gold hoops adorned his earlobes. His hair was longer on top than on the sides, and was brushed back from his face, a single strand falling to brush his angled eyebrows and the bridge of his long, straight nose. Thick, black lashes framed those mesmerizing eyes, and perfectly aligned teeth peeked between his luscious lips.
Guys with style, omg.
I could clearly see why he wouldn't want to meet in the stables. While the other three guys kept it casual, this guy was in a pale gray two piece suit, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a slim gold chain. Finished off with buttery looking Italian loafers, I didn't blame him for refusing to walk in the dirt.
This man's presence screamed "I may be powerful and rich, but I don't have the fuck bucks for you."
My lower regions practically purred.
"You understand the requirements of the job, then?" Luciano's voice was business-like and authoritative.
"Luc, we haven't really gotten to talk about the specifics yet, —" Derek spoke before I had a chance to answer Luciano's question, and I was grateful for the stall.
The requirements of the job.
Did I really understand them?
Luciano faced Derek with a look of exasperation, his concrete exterior slipping for just a second. I could tell he and Derek had a special bond, like a brotherhood.
Just like with the other two guys.
My stomach did a somersault when Luciano's curt voice said my name.
"Virginia."
I blinked and focused my eyes on Luciano's.
"Yes, sir," I answered quietly but clearly, surprising myself. Sir?
Luciano's eyebrow hitched just a fraction at my words.
"Do you understand the requirements of this job?"
"I— I think... yes," I stammered, my face flushing crimson.
"You think you consent to those requirements? Or you think you just understand them?" Luciano's sharp voice was like a needle to my brain, and I shrank away from him minutely.
"I— I don't know yet okay? We—we were supposed to discuss limitations— and—" I stuttered around what I was trying to say, afraid I was committing some terrible sin by not answering his inquiries.
Luciano dragged his broad, gold-ring accented hand across his forehead, and rested his fingertips on his temples. The next time he spoke his voice was like thunder and there was no escaping. The moment had come to face the truth.
"Virginia, do you understand that this job may, and most likely will, require you to have sexual relations with one or more of the partners—your employers?" Luciano's eyes didn't leave mine as he spoke, and as his words sank in, my decision became clearer and clearer.
"Yes, sir. I understand."
My voice sounded less timid when I added three words:
"And, I consent."
Luciano's face changed minutely as my words sank in, and his eyes seemed slightly less dark... but even more sinister than before. Like he had just won a bet, and he was just about to cash in.
He made me nervous... jittery... in a good way. Against my better instincts, I wanted more.
I need an espresso.
I wanted more of all of them, to be frank. This job could legitimately be a dream... six figure income and an open relationship with four successful hotties? What could go wrong?
"Have her sign my papers and send a copy to my lawyer." Luciano's voice never lost its commanding, executive tone as he ordered what he wanted done. His eyes finally tore away from my own as he tugged a sleek black phone out of his pocket and lit the screen with a glance.
"I have to get to the jet. Derek, we'll talk later." Luciano shook Derek's hand before giving a casual salute to Jake and Austin who were leaned against the conference table. They both grinned and nodded in response; Jake made cheesy finger pistols and Austin gave an over exaggerated thumbs up.
Goof balls.
I dipped my head, letting my hair fall over my face to hide a smile, but Luciano was too quick. Cool fingers cupped my chin and raised it slightly, forcing my eyes upward to meet his. Caught off guard as I was, I couldn't hide the shock that registered on my face, or the tiny gasp that escaped through my parted lips.
"Virginia," Luciano spoke my name slowly, deliberately, caressing every syllable with the attention of a Swedish massage.
"Yes, sir?" I asked, barely a whisper.
Luciano's expression didn't change as he said, "call me Luc."
A phone in the center of the conference room table beeped twice before a woman's voice announced, "pardon the intrusion, but Mr. Di Salvo's car is downstairs." A single beep indicated the line was disconnected.
Luciano—Luc—dropped his hand from my face but his eyes lingered for a second longer on mine, as if burning themselves into my memory. I saw his jaw clench and he swallowed with effort before ripping his eyes from mine.
Then as if nothing had happened, Luc grabbed his sunglasses off the table and brushed past me, down the stairs and out of sight, leaving me reeling with Derek, Jake, and Austin for an audience.
Oh, and I just consented to having sex with all three of them.
Sorry for another short chapter y'all! I'm doing my best between work and trying to start my own business!! I'll keep at it as much as possible though!
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