S.I.N

Chapter 7

Imani's P.O.V

A month has passed since I started working for Mr.Durant and Mr.De Luca at their company and let me tell you it was pure hell. Juggling the strong attraction I had for them and the piles of paperwork they threw at me was troublesome.

They took the personal in personal secretary seriously, there would be nights, they would drag me to their house to help with documents that they couldn't figure out on their own and those nights would be the worst. Having them so close in an environment they were so comfortable in was dangerous. For my sanity.

Dealing with the accidental grazes, nudges and touches that seem to happen whenever I was near one or both of them left me wanting more.

Which was a big no, not only were they engaged but they were also my bosses meaning they were off limits, forbidden, untouchable. Simple, right? I wish.

Thank goodness, it was Friday night and I was spending it over at Izaiah's house as usual, I was getting dinner ready in some black biker shorts and a orange tank top, orange Nike slides and hair tied up into a Afro puff, nothing he hasn't seen before, when I hear the doorbell ring.

"Izzy, get the door!" I yell out into the opening of the kitchen door, grabbing a knife and some onions, I place them on the chopping board and start cutting them up, when done, I move on to the carrots.

I'm so engrossed in my task that I don't notice the presence of people enter the kitchen until I feel a body press against my back, and a hand is placed on my hip, causing me to jump slightly.

Turning my head, ready to curse out Izaiah for scaring me, but stop short when I'm met with the hazel-green eyes of Nazaire Durant. "Smells great little one, what are you making?" My brain doesn't register the question and I'm left gapping at him, still shocked to find the figment of my imagination dirty thoughts in my best friends kitchen.

"I think you broke her" twisting my head into the direction of the second voice, I find Sebastiano De Luca's leaning with his back against the counter near me, His dark blue eyes darken as they roam my figure. "I think he asked you a question, principessa "

Shaking away the initial shock I felt, I proceed to pull away, but Nazaire's hand on me tightens, holding me against his hard, defined body.

"Legume and white rice, it's a haitian dish and I would appreciate it, if you were to take your paws off me, Mr.Durant" I answer, thanking the gods above that I didn't stutter.

"What if I don't feel like it" I hear him mumble while burying his face into my neck causing me to gasp. my panties getting wet instantly. What is going on here and what in the world did he think he was doing, especially in front of Sebastiano, his fiancé of all people.

My eyes glance back up to Sebastiano, and realize, he was watching the whole interaction and seemed to be enjoying it. Rolling my eyes, I finally manage to pull away from Nazaire, quickly grabbing the chopped up veggies, I throw them into the boiling mixture on the stove.