A week has already gone by and its finally the day I start work and I already have an early meeting. The girls and I spent the weekend helping me move to my new mansion in Milan and binge watching "how to get away with murder" all through Sunday I also talked to my brother who so happens to be in Africa exploring the wildlife in their parks. I take a warm shower then dress in a black skirt and white shirt and hold my hair in a bun and let two strands fall loose. I don't usually wear makeup so I just wear some lipgloss, put on my glasses and head downstairs where I brew a cup of hot coffee then head out. My dad bought me a brand new Lexus rx 350 as a welcome gift so that's what I drove to work. I took a deep breath and walked into the building with my head held high. I could feel people's stares on me but I didn't really feel bothered come on I know I'm stunning. I meet one of my girls Mitchelle who happens to have been hired by my father to be my assistant immediately the branch was opened. She led me to my office where I prepared my presentation for Mr Armani. My girls had been telling me about him last night saying that he was the most eligible bachelor in Italy who had brains, looks and money. They had been gushing about his looks so much that my ears almost bled. In about thirty minutes, Mitchelle informs me that Mr Armani has arrived at least he knows how to keep time. The door to my office opens and the man who walks in looks like he just walked out of those mafia erotica movies. From his jet black hair to his stubble Chun with those beautiful lips, his athletic physique and oh my God he is almost 6ft 3 I wipe the corner of my mouth to ensure I'm not drooling. He clears his throat which immediately snaps me out of my daze. "Welcome Mr Armani please have a seat, Mitchelle get him and his assistant Mr..." "Russo" " yeah sorry Mr Russo some refreshments." "As we wait for my assistant can we go ahead and start our business" "Yes we may Miss Giovanni" The way my name rolls out of his mouth should be illegal damn I even feel my panties dampen by his mere voice what is wrong with me. I start off with my presentation explaining our vision as the Giovanni group when it comes to real estate and he seems to be paying so much attention. His serious and mysterious aura draws me in. He sips his tea with so much elegance it would put the queen to shame. His moves are precise and calculated, his voice that brushes my skin like black velvet and his cinnamon and lemon grass scent is so addictive. I'm done with my presentation and we sit there in silence eating some cookies and sipping tea. Our fingers touched as we both reached into the cookie jar at the same time and my heart almost stops. Tension twisted between us like an invisible rope, so tangible I felt its abrasive scrape as it snaked around my chest. He clears his throat and stands "I should get going Miss Giovanni it was indeed a real pleasure meeting you." He holds out his hand which I take, then he kisses the top of my hand and leaves. He leaves me with butterflies in my stomach.