Chapter 8
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“Santo you are killing me with this… Who are you?”
“Uhm hi, I’m Isabella Thorpe…”
The woman interrupted Isabella before she could continue.
“What are you doing in Santo’s office? Where is he? Nicholas!”
“Uhm Nicholas went out to buy some breakfast for me.”
“What!? Who the hell do you…?”
Santo walked in at that moment and Isabella was so grateful that he did.
“Francesca what are you doing here? Why are you screaming like a maniac?”
“Chi è lei?”
Isabella knew Italian and that translated in who is she?
Santo answered back.
“È stata assunta per lavorare qui.”
Which translated to she was hired to work here. Isabella kept quiet during this exchange.
“Facendo quello che qui?”
Doing what here Isabella heard.
“Non sono affari tuoi.”
Santo replied which meant none of your business.
“Coglione.”
This woman told him he was a jerk which Isabella agreed.
“Uscire di qui Francesca.”
Get out of here he told her. Francesca glared at Isabella as if she was responsible for this.
“Lo tornerò presto, la sua non è finita Santo.”
Isabella had no doubt that it wasn’t over. The lady left the office by banging the door hard. Santo looked at Isabella.
“What are you doing here anyway?”
“Catching up on the files coglione.”
She gave him a smug grin.
“You know Italian?”
“I do remember being half Italian. I must say she look like she meant she will be back soon.”
He walked to the window to clear his head. What she looked like yesterday morning and today were two different things. With those glasses she looked like a damn s*x goddess. Those lips goodness they were just begging him to have them.
The woman had a great sense of how to make her body look great. All he could think of now was how to get her in his bed. Santo couldn’t understand this but now hearing her tease him, he wanted to… He cursed.
“I didn’t know Italian was such a colourful language.”
Isabella smiled, it knocked him out. It took every ounce of strength he had to concentrate on something else.
“How far are you with the files?”
Santo cleared his throat; he was looking out the window when he said that. If he stared at her a moment longer they would both be in trouble. Isabella sensed something was wrong with him but she pushed it aside. Why did he have to look so damn gorgeous in that suit? She had to stomp away the sudden urge she had to walk over to him and kiss him.
Last night they had argued all the way to her apartment, he wanted an actual relationship but she pointed out it wasn’t possible. She got out his car and walked in to her apartment and they hadn’t spoken about it this morning.
She shook her head and tried to concentrate on why she was here. She walked a little slower to him.
“Pretty far, also I decided what to write in your speech…”
He turned around so fast he nearly knocked her to the floor. He hadn’t realised she was that close to him. He caught her before she could fall. She grabbed onto his shoulders. His hands were on her waist, he felt some of her flesh.
She was so soft, that mouth opened in surprised but it looked more like an invitation to invade it. Santo clenched his hands and she moaned. Santo released her abruptly. Isabella moved away from him. She couldn’t believe how closed she came to kissing him again.
“You decided? This is my company Isabella and I will not tolerate decisions being made without me.”
She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
“Will you stop with your tantrums; you’re behaving like a child. Just listen to…”
He grabbed her then and pressed her to the wall, she bumped her head and her glasses fell off. In pushing her against the walls he muzzled her hair. Did she have to look so damn beautiful in everything or was it his brain messing him around, right now holding her felt like he had lost his brain.
“Listen to what exactly tesoro?”
Santo had a desire within him to possess her, make her his, claim her for himself. He chose to reign in himself, he released her and tried to get rid of their s****l tension. He was angry at her, she didn’t believe he was capable of a relationship. She didn’t even think of giving him a chance. Clearly he had to woo Isabella, he would charm the hell out of her until she gave in.
“Go to the couch and take a seat Bella.”
They both went to sit down on the couch aside from one another. The silence stretched on until Santo spoke to Bella.
“Uhm so Monaco?”
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