Enough for You

Chapter 2

I immediately try to calm down my frantic nerves. Why does this man make me so damn nervous?

"Hi, Mr. Renaldi. What can I do for you, sir?" When I said the word "sir", his eyebrow quirked upwards, but he slightly shook his head as if to shake away his thoughts.

He looked down at me and said, "Could I speak with you... privately?"

"Sure," I squeaked out. I have to get my nerves under control. More confidently I say, "Just follow me right this way." I was walking in front of him, and I could feel his eyes staring at him. I started to switch my hips as I walked down the hall, but then I stop because I'm probably making myself look like a fool. I can't help feeling insecure around him for some reason.

He confuses my brain.

Lawd.

I need to make this convo quick. I let him walk into the residents' office first, and I closed the door behind us. When I turned around, he was standing very close to me.

I gasped and looked up from his broad chest, to his strong shoulders, to his beautiful face. I started to feel a slight heat crawl to my cheeks and knew that my chocolate complexion was hiding what would be a very bold blush.

"I wanted to personally thank you so much for figuring out what was going on with Chelsea. My little niece means everything to me and to know that she is in such good hands makes me so happy. I know you're probably a very busy lady, but I would love to take you to get some coffee... as a thank you of course."

"Umm...uhh," I didn't know what to say.

Is he asking me out? Am I dreaming? Is this really happening? Is this even technically allowed?

He took a step back and put space between him and me, and said, "I'm sorry. Would your husband be offended if we went to get some coffee?"

"What? I don't have a husband."

"Sorry, would your boyfriend be upse- "

"No boyfriend either. I am single," I said quickly. Why I just told him that, I don't know. Maybe my subconscious knows something that I don't.

Domenico's stature relaxed and he had a cocky smirk on his lips. He started to move closer and closer to me, and I keep walking backward until my back was against the door.

"I know that this is forward and trust me, I don't do this. At all. But you are so...," he puts his hands on both sides of my head and slowly lets his gaze fall down my body. As his eyes slid back up to my face, he finished by saying, "...fottutamente stupendo."

Wait a minute did he just speak to me in Italian? 

Good thing that was the language I chose to learn in high school and college.

He literally just called me "fucking gorgeous."

I stared at him, and then I started to realize what was happening.

I smiled.

"Did Dr. Corzi put you up to this?" I started to fall out laughing. Dr. Samantha Corzi was one of the attendings and one of my good friends at the hospital. She's always been known for her ultimate pranks that she plays on the other doctors and staff.

"What are you talking about?" he says.

"Dr. Samantha Corzi put you up to this right? She is such a prankster. I knew that this couldn't be real. Like you would ever look at me like that for real. Do you see how big I am? Gorgeous...that's hilarious and fictitious." I start laughing and push away from the door, but I feel Domenico push me back into the door with his hard body.

He gets very close to my face and stares into my eyes with his hazel eyes and says, "First of all, don't you EVER state that you aren't beautiful because you are fucking stunning. Secondly, your curves are the reason you got my attention in the first place. Lastly, by the way I'm leaning against you and eye-fucking you right now, you should feel how attractive you are to me."

Instantly, my attention went to the rock hard bulge I felt on my stomach and there was no denying that there was ACTUALLY some attraction toward me. The way he was staring at me was starting to stir things in me that I haven't felt in a long time.

I need to get out of this situation. Now!

"Look, Mr. Renaldi, -," I began as I pushed slightly against his muscled chest so that I could have some space and began to walk around him toward my cubicle.

"Please. Call me, Dom." I instantly stopped in my tracks and shuddered at all the possibilities and potential that that shortened name had. I turned back around to face him.

HELP.

"Look...Dom. As much as I love coffee, I don't know if it would be a great idea to go out on a date with someone that is related to my patient."

"So, you think that it's a date?" he questions with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. My eyes widen exponentially, and I begin to stutter.

"I-I, I mea-, I thought tha-," he stopped my blabbering by lifting my chin with his fingers so our eyes would meet. He smiled and chuckled. His smile and this closeness are doing things to me, and I'm starting to feel my lace panties become wet.

"Ahnia, I was just teasing you. I was definitely asking you out, and this gesture is truly for taking such good care of my niece. I love that little girl like she is my own, and anyone that cares for her has a special place in my book. So please, I would really like to get some coffee with you or even get lunch if you have time."

I looked up at him and wondered if this was a good idea or not. He put his hand down and I immediately cast my eyes down toward the floor.

What the fuck should I do?

I put on my bravest face and answer, "Okay. I have time for lunch tomorrow at 12 p.m. Would that work for you?" I ask.

I facepalmed and murmured, "I can't believe that I am doing this."

I felt Dom's hand gently touch my face and slide to my neck. He then slid his hand into my hair at the back of my head and slightly tugged on my long, black curls so that I would be looking up at him.

Eye to eye.

"Trust me mio amore, I promise I will make it worth your while." He leaned down toward my face.

'My love'. His words are making me swoon.

Is he about to kiss me on my lips?

He slowly moved past my lips and kissed my cheek. My face started to heat up again.

This man...THIS MAN.

Domenico turned around and began walking to the door, but right before he walked through it, he looked me up and down and bit his lip into a grin. He left and closed the door.

I stood in that same spot for a few minutes before I walked my wobbly legs over to sit behind my desk.

What did I just agree to and is this even real life? 

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