Here’s another short excerpt from my WIP
Evie stifled the gasp in her throat. Matteo’s eyes were black with fury. She moved her gaze to Antonio who was by the front door greeting the buyers.
“Time to get to work,” Matteo growled and stormed off.
Evie let out a sigh. So much for a new start. Why had she been so impulsive?
She gazed at Antonio, the essence of masculinity, and knew why. The man was breathtaking, not only in looks, though his hot, sultry appearance was extraordinary. But his mere presence was captivating. And charm? It oozed out of his pores.
She let out another sigh and met Matteo’s icy stare from across the room. She shivered and hurried to the counter.
“Evie,” Antonio crooned as he placed a hand behind her back. “Let me introduce you to Mr Laverton.”
The day went by in a blur. She had met all the buyers, placed the orders, and sorted through the paperwork.
She took the last sip of her coffee and blew out a breath as she went through Antonio’s paintings.
Antonio poked his head around the doorway. “Evie, bella, I have to go.”
Evie smiled. They’d had barely five minutes alone since the gallery opened. “Yes, you go. I just want to finish up here.”
He moved toward her and placed a kiss on her lips. “You’ve worked hard today. Thank you.”
“That’s my job.”
His look was piercing and he nuzzled her neck. “And you do it so well.”
Her heart raced and she wondered if he was referring to what they’d done in the office before the gallery opened.
He smiled devilishly, patted her derriere, and licked her ear.
She shivered and chuckled as he moved to the door.
He blew her a kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded and watched him exit, hoping the caterers had finished cleaning up so she could go home.
After the last order was invoiced, she picked up her things and prepared to leave. A noise down the hall in Matteo’s office startled her. She thought he’d gone.
Slowly, she made her way there. The door was slightly ajar and she peered in the room. The scene before her took her breath. Matteo was completely naked as was the woman he was fucking over his desk.
The erotic act stirred more than she liked to admit. Matteo’s strong muscular body looked fluid and flawless. Evie gave the woman a fleeting glance and realised she was one of the caterers.
As their performance reached a crescendo, Evie rushed back to her office. Her heart was pounding.
She hid in the room for a time and then quietly ventured out. She hoped they had gone.
As she moved down the hall, Matteo suddenly stepped out of his office. He looked surprised to see her.
He frowned. “I thought you left.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What? And miss that show?”
His frown deepened. “What are you talking about?”
With a casual flick of her wrist, she retorted, “Oh, you know. The exhibition in your office.”
Matteo’s gaze was hard and penetrating.
She took a breath for courage, intent on making him feel as small as he’d made her feel earlier. “Tell me, Mr Barone, do you fuck all the caterers?”