wanted.
With work being her number one priority, her only boyfriends were Hugh Grant, a bottle of red, and a sex toy, or two. Work was her relationship, and that's how she intended to keep it.
"Vivienne Harper?" The outsider with the dreamy brown eyes asked as she stopped in her tracks.
"Present," she responded with a dry tone, holding back the drool that wanted to escape her lips.
"Luca Manning," he extended his large hands, taking in her perfectly manicured fingers.
Shaking his hand forcefully, her senses were on high alert. Although he was suave and debonair, this chameleon was up to something. What was his agenda?
"How can I help you Mr. Manning?" Viv approached apprehensively.
"I'm from Airlone. I was sent to check on your publication," he gave her a stoic stance.
"Check on...?" she questioned.
"...On how you run things here. That's all. We like to check in from time to time," he specified as he let his eyes roam around her office. Landing on her chest, he wasn't ashamed for his obvious interest in her tits.
Gradually moving his eyes to meet her own, his blunt stare didn't waiver from his stern look. No sign of embarrassment, but defiance, if anything.
"What happened to Frank?" she questioned. "I've been here for over a decade and I've never seen you. I've always dealt with Frank. And why didn't they tell me you were coming?"
"Frank is no longer with the company, ma'am. I replaced him just recently. I wanted to come and introduce myself. I wasn't aware that I needed an invitation."
"Of course you don't need an invitation. I just...," she initiated
Cutting her off, "...you just what?"
If there was anything Viv hated more than a dominant asshole, it was a dominant asshole that cut her off and disparaged her.
"I just wish someone would have informed me of your visit, Mr. Manning," she indicated trying her best to calm her raging interior.
"Why? Do you have something to hide, Mrs. Harper?" he asked bluntly.
"It's Ms., and no. Not at all. I would have liked to prepare for your visit, that's all."
"I will note my error. You don't like to be unprepared, or surprised, do you MS . Harper?" he smirked.
"I tend to fall on the O.C.D. side, so no, not really."
"You come across as a women who likes to be in charge at all times, am I right?"
"For the most part, yes. Is that a bad thing in my position, or my line of work?" she felt insulted.
"Not at all - a woman after my own heart. I think we will get along nicely."
"How long do you plan to be in town?" she felt suddenly anxious.
"That is still up in the air," his smirk drew into a hard line.
"Please, let me set you up with a vacant office while you are here," she insisted.
"I can find a place to land," he pressed himself into her office. Rounding her desk, he took a seat in her chair. "This will do nicely. Do you mind?"
Did she mind? Of course she fucking did. This was her domain. Her office. But what was she supposed to do, say no? This guy controlled her paycheck, and now she had to play nice with the devil. Even if that devil looked damn good in a suit and tie. She hated herself for undressing him with her eyes.
He was vain, offensive, and downright belligerent; the male version of herself.
"Let me just grab my things, and I'll get out of your way," she huffed as she approached her desk.
"You don't like me very much, do you?" Luca smirked, knowing he was getting under her skin.
"At the risk of getting fired or worse, I choose not to answer that. Besides, something tells me you would use my words against me if push came to shove," she bent down to pick up her briefcase, usb flash drive, cell, and unplugged her laptop and charger. "Do you mind passing me my purse over there?" she pointed to his side.
"Not at all MS. Harper," he stated, emphasizing the MS a little too
With work being her number one priority, her only boyfriends were Hugh Grant, a bottle of red, and a sex toy, or two. Work was her relationship, and that's how she intended to keep it.
"Vivienne Harper?" The outsider with the dreamy brown eyes asked as she stopped in her tracks.
"Present," she responded with a dry tone, holding back the drool that wanted to escape her lips.
"Luca Manning," he extended his large hands, taking in her perfectly manicured fingers.
Shaking his hand forcefully, her senses were on high alert. Although he was suave and debonair, this chameleon was up to something. What was his agenda?
"How can I help you Mr. Manning?" Viv approached apprehensively.
"I'm from Airlone. I was sent to check on your publication," he gave her a stoic stance.
"Check on...?" she questioned.
"...On how you run things here. That's all. We like to check in from time to time," he specified as he let his eyes roam around her office. Landing on her chest, he wasn't ashamed for his obvious interest in her tits.
Gradually moving his eyes to meet her own, his blunt stare didn't waiver from his stern look. No sign of embarrassment, but defiance, if anything.
"What happened to Frank?" she questioned. "I've been here for over a decade and I've never seen you. I've always dealt with Frank. And why didn't they tell me you were coming?"
"Frank is no longer with the company, ma'am. I replaced him just recently. I wanted to come and introduce myself. I wasn't aware that I needed an invitation."
"Of course you don't need an invitation. I just...," she initiated
Cutting her off, "...you just what?"
If there was anything Viv hated more than a dominant asshole, it was a dominant asshole that cut her off and disparaged her.
"I just wish someone would have informed me of your visit, Mr. Manning," she indicated trying her best to calm her raging interior.
"Why? Do you have something to hide, Mrs. Harper?" he asked bluntly.
"It's Ms., and no. Not at all. I would have liked to prepare for your visit, that's all."
"I will note my error. You don't like to be unprepared, or surprised, do you MS . Harper?" he smirked.
"I tend to fall on the O.C.D. side, so no, not really."
"You come across as a women who likes to be in charge at all times, am I right?"
"For the most part, yes. Is that a bad thing in my position, or my line of work?" she felt insulted.
"Not at all - a woman after my own heart. I think we will get along nicely."
"How long do you plan to be in town?" she felt suddenly anxious.
"That is still up in the air," his smirk drew into a hard line.
"Please, let me set you up with a vacant office while you are here," she insisted.
"I can find a place to land," he pressed himself into her office. Rounding her desk, he took a seat in her chair. "This will do nicely. Do you mind?"
Did she mind? Of course she fucking did. This was her domain. Her office. But what was she supposed to do, say no? This guy controlled her paycheck, and now she had to play nice with the devil. Even if that devil looked damn good in a suit and tie. She hated herself for undressing him with her eyes.
He was vain, offensive, and downright belligerent; the male version of herself.
"Let me just grab my things, and I'll get out of your way," she huffed as she approached her desk.
"You don't like me very much, do you?" Luca smirked, knowing he was getting under her skin.
"At the risk of getting fired or worse, I choose not to answer that. Besides, something tells me you would use my words against me if push came to shove," she bent down to pick up her briefcase, usb flash drive, cell, and unplugged her laptop and charger. "Do you mind passing me my purse over there?" she pointed to his side.
"Not at all MS. Harper," he stated, emphasizing the MS a little too
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