Marco’s Virgin Captive

Chapter 1

“Lily, please send in Miss Kingston.” the line beeped and went off. She rounded her desk and walked up to the lady that has been waiting for the last hour.

‘Miss Kingston? Mr Dandolo is ready for you’.

Hailey Kingston exhaled and looked up at the middle-aged woman with salt and pepper hair with stripes of gold flecks with the name tag that said Lily, who she had met earlier in the lobby of the Dandolo Head Office and guided her to the floor of, Chief Executive Officer, where she had now been waiting for over one hour.

She didn’t want to feel jumpy, but she was very nervous. She had been summoned from her office in Soho, where she worked as an IT specialist with a small team of six, and was informed that Marco Dandolo, the ultimate god to whom everyone answered and feared, requested her presence, so hell yes, she was anxious and nervous.

She had no idea why he might want to speak with her, but she suspected it concerned the complex job she was currently working on and, whilst he told herself that presumably he only wanted to go through the finer details with her, she was still… nervous.

Hailey stood up, wishing an e-mail had been sent earlier so she had some kind of advance warning of this meeting, because if she had she would have dressed in something more formal to keep up with the plush surroundings in which she now found herself.

As it was, she her in normal attire of faded jeans ripped at the knee and a tee-shirt, her bomber jacket and her backpack which was perfect for the cool spring weather, but utterly inappropriate for this sky scrapper building.

She took a deep breath and looked neither left or right as she followed his Personal Assistant along the rug covered corridor, passed the quiet offices of executives and conference rooms where deals worth millions of dollars where closed, only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard, until the corridor billowed out into a seating area. To the right was a closed seven-foot wooden door with the name tag Chairman Marco Dandolo —tall and forbidding—which was enough to send a chill through any person that has been erratically summoned by the head of the company, a man whose skills of closing million-dollar deals is legendary.

Staring absently at the floor-to-ceiling pane of the tempered glass that separated him from the streets below him, Marco Dandolo thought that this meeting was the most essential thing he needed to start off the day, because it could not be avoided.

Security has been breached on the deal he has been working on for the past nine months and this woman was going to give him answers or bear the consequences, plain and simple. He cannot afford to lose this deal.

This deal was a game changer, and he cannot afford for it to be jeopardized by a mere security breach, that’s why he hired the best IT specialists, so right now he deserves answers as to how this happened.

As his PA knocked and entered his office, still staring at the glass and the dots below that were people and traffic lights.

Without turning around he said.

“Miss Kingston, please have a seat.” He heard her shuffling around and quietly sat.

Marco turned around sluggishly, hand in his trouser pockets, tie loosely loosed around his neck, he stared at the woman whose job was going to be history after this meeting, if only she knew it.

Eyes narrowed, eyebrows knitted together in a little moue, it hit him that he really should check with the people who worked for him, because he hadn’t expected this. He’d expected a nerd with heavy spectacles and a face covered with freckles because she hates sunlight and prefer dark covered room to beaming lights, always buried with computers and tech stuff, whilst the girl in front of him looked less of a computer genius and more like a hippie. Her faded jeans and a tee shirt with a band or animation he had never heard of splashed on the front, with a backpack by the side of the leather chair and stuffed at the top was some kind of jacket she just removed, male masculine black boots suitable for heavy duty construction work. Her attire contradicted every single thing he associated with a woman, she had ginger colored hair that was wrapped in a scarf with a messy burn, the ringlets tumbling down her neck and face, that would have modeling agencies and the paparazzi lining up for pictures, with enormous hazel-colored eyes that held his gaze for reasons he couldn’t begin to pinpoint.

He strolled towards his desk laggardly as Lily, his PA, clicked the door to his office shut behind her noiselessly.

At the sound of the deep, dark, voice, Katy realized that she had been holding her breath and slowly exhaled. When she entered the office, she didn’t know what to anticipate. She only vaguely knew what her boss looked like because she had seen him on the company magazines that occasionally landed on her desk and then courtesy of paparazzi that graced his pictures on the cover of entertainment magazines and London’s most eligible bachelor, and the under 40 billionaires, but never in person. She felt like a little mouse.

Those were people whose names appear on letter heads and whose voices were sometimes heard at the end of phone lines but were never ever seen.

But she hadn’t expected this. Marco Dandolo was stunning. There was no other way to describe this mini-god of a man in all its perfections. It was not just the ordinately arranged facial features, or the polished bronze of his skin, or even the dramatic masculinity of his physique. Marco Dandolo’s good looks were aesthetically pleasing and went beyond physical appearances. He exudes charisma and power that made you hold your breath and do his bidding without fuss.

His gaze held her under captivity, it was like she was spell bound, her eyes followed him wherever he went. She vaguely recalled he said something, her brain didn’t catch that, so she cleared her throat.

“Miss Kingston,” he snapped his fingers at her face.

“Y-yes,” she flushed, her cheeks tinged with color. “Sorry about that Sir, I was lost for a minute.”

Marco didn’t reply to that. He stared at her unflinchingly.

“You’ve been in charge with the cybersecurity and firewall buildup for the Japanese deal, is that correct?” Marco stated.