Valentina's POV
The elevator opened on the forty-third floor. I stepped out as my heels clicked against the marble, my outfit professional.
I walked to my desk, sat down and opened my laptop.
I started working as usual; emails, schedules, phone calls.
My fingers moved over the keyboard. The screen glowed and I answered messages, flagged urgent items and printed reports.
My mind drifted to this morning. The way he looked at me in the kitchen, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on me trying to figure out why I behaved that way.
“Well…Mr. Leonardo Monte, I just started,” I whispered as I shook my head and pulled up the next email and focused on the words.
At nine, I printed the other reports and walked to his door.
"Come in,” his baritone voice echoed.
I opened the door and Leonar
