Athena
My alarm clock shrilled through the air. With a groan, I slammed my hand on it and stumbled out of bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep just a bit more.
Staggering my way into the bathroom, I stood before the sink and splashed some water on my face. Memories of last night plagued me and I shuddered. Last night had been close, too close. I had to be careful.
As I splashed more cold water on my face, whatever sleep that was left slowly faded away. It was a work day and while I hoped I would get a day off, I didn’t think Luciano would be keen about it. Whatever kindness he had yesterday had obviously expired. I couldn’t count on that.
I dragged myself into the shower, did my hair, and grabbed myself a sweet black dress. It hugged my waist rather firmly and draped in layers against my backside. The neckline was my favorite- and Luciano’s favorite if we were being frank- a sweetheart neckline. Propped up my breasts like a gift to humanity.
I dashed out of my room through the kitchen, made myself a nice cup of coffee, and then walked out of the penthouse. Luciano had obviously left already. And considering it was a few minutes to eight, I had better hurled my ass to his office or he would chew my head off.
***
I grabbed a document from the huge stacks of paper on my desk, wondering how they had accumulated. Was Luciano messing with me again? I turned around to look at him through the glass. He looked quite focused himself, his nose half buried in the file he was reading.
I sighed and turned around, I guess he really wasn’t messing with me. There just was too much to do. A ring from the intercom woke me out of my reverie.
“Yes, boss?” I answered cheekily and heard him chuckle.
“You might want to quit staring at me Cara,” He teased, and a flush stained my cheeks.
“How do you know I was?”
“I could feel your eyes?” He chuckled. “If you want me all you have to do is say so, woman,”
“Really and what good would that do? There’s so much to do,” I grumbled, picking a paper and groaned. “What the hell does ‘Synergistic Interaction’ even mean?”
“You’re my assistant,” Luciano said nonchalantly and I could very well imagine him shrugging his shoulders. “I pay you to find out these things.”
“Nah, my salary isn’t going to cut this,” I grumbled into the intercom. “The grammar here is enough to break my poor head.”
“Want me to ease up that headache?”
“Yes please,” I whispered, teasingly. His voice sounded rather suggestive and I wanted, no needed to see where this was going.
“Come here Cara,” he ordered.
I dropped the call immediately, hauling my ass out of my office. Luciano grinned as he watched me approach, his eyes dark with desire that made my body tingle with need. He pushed his chair away from the desk, watching me walk around his desk and stopping right before him.
“I’m here, Mr Moretti,” I announced.
“Ah I see,” He whispered, tapping his thighs. “Sit Cara. I haven’t touched you in so long,”
“Yes please,”
Ah damn I was shameless. I just purred like a damned kitten at the thought of him touching me. But I had to admit, the thought of him touching me was enthralling. So fucking enthralling.
Luciano yanked me down into his lap until I straddled him. I gasped in surprise when he pressed his lips against mine. “Open up Raven,” He murmured against my mouth, running his hands up my body until they found my breasts.
“Oh,” I moaned when he squeezed them roughly, parting my lips to give him access. He stroked his tongue against mine. Hot and silken, demanding, taking, plundering.
I weaved my hand into his hair, swallowing his groans as I tried to grab a handful despite the gel in his hair. A hand pulled at the zipper of my dress, pulling it down just enough to free my babies.
“Fuck, Cara,” He panted, reaching for them as they spilled out. His fingers found my nipples as he fondled my breasts. It wasn’t long before I was a mess in his arms. Writhing and grinding on his hardon as he touched me. “Fuck we should stop, there’s too much damn paperwork to do,”
“No,” I moaned in protest, kissing him again. We got lost for a while until I pulled away. Ah fuck, I loved that look on his face. That hot, needy look he had on. He swallowed, glanced down at my exposed breasts, and groaned.
“You are quite irresistible, do you know that Raven?” He murmured, reaching for a hard turgid nipple and running his tongue over it.
Whatever I was going to say was cut short when the door burst open with a bang!
“What the hell?” I snapped adjusting my dress quickly, furious with whoever the fucker was. Who comes into an office like that? And what the hell was Luciano’s damned secretary doing that she couldn’t place a call to him?!
I got my answers when Giorgia stormed towards us, her eyes livid and the entire state of her body screamed rage. “Well, good morning to you too Georgia,” Luciano said coolly.
Georgia ignored him. Extending a carefully manicured finger to point at me. “YOU.” She snared.
I looked at her, puzzled, “Me?”
“Luciano!” She snapped, “I’d never think in a million years that you would be an idiota! All because of a woman! This bitch is a fucking spy!”
Well… Shit! Didn’t see that coming. How the hell had she found that out? I had a blank face on, watching Luciano carefully to predict his movements. If he believed her, then well, somebody had to die and it sure as hell wouldn’t be me.
He looked surprised. Rising to his feet he looked from Giorgia to me and back again. “What on earth are you talking about?” Luciano demanded.
“That’s where you are wrong.” She said. “That bitch is a fucking rat. I’ve always suspected her lying ass but now, I have got proof.”
“Cara?” He asked and I shrugged.
“I have no idea about what she’s saying.”
“Liar!” Giorgia yelled, waving a large brown envelope at him, a smug look of victory on her face.
“What is that?” He asked, reaching out to collect it from her.
“I had her followed.” She said, handing it to him, smirking.
“You what?” I asked, shocked, and starting to get terrified. I had underestimated this witch. Ah, shit. What the hell do I do now? I watched Luciano tear open the brown envelope and pictures spilled out of them.
My heart dropped, I realized what it was, and I saw Luciano did too. He stared at one for a second before looking up at me, “Care to explain?”
“Explain what?” I asked with the most bored expression I could muster on my face.
“Here,” he said, calmly handing me the pictures. “Explain that.”
I looked at the picture. It was one of me retrieving a package after my morning jog. A package filled with tapping devices.
Shit!
“These are pictures of me jogging,” I said, looking up at Giorgia. “Has that become illegal?”
“Don’t play dumb with me bitch,” she snarled, “Look at the last one.”
It was a picture of me behind the bushes at the park, picking up a package containing the listening devices I was supposed to plant on Luciano.
“Well, this cannot be helped, can it?” I muttered calmly, walking into my office. I retrieved the package from my bag and placed it on the desk between Luciano and myself.
“That’s the package I picked,” I explained, folding my arms. “I saw someone suspicious lurking around the penthouse during my morning jogs. They planted this package. I took it to examine its contents.”
Giorgia’s eyes widened in surprise.
Ha! Take that bitch. She underestimated me.
“What could it be?” Luciano mused, tearing the box open. “And why would someone be targeting me?”
He unwrapped the package, revealing all the tapping devices Cole had dropped earlier. Of course, it wasn’t the same package as the one in Giorgia’s pictures. But it was similar. I had just retrieved this from Cole while on my way to work. A good thing I did because it was serving a rather food purpose at the moment.
“You must think we’re fools,” Giorgia hissed. “How convenient is it that it was you who found the package?! And why didn’t you tell Luciano?”
“I was curious,” I shrugged. “If you don’t believe me, you can check the CCTV,”
Giorgia groaned, balling her hands into fists. I had rendered her evidence useless but I had to be wary of her. Luciano, on the other hand, seemed satisfied with my explanation.
“Are you happy now, Giorgia?” He asked, “She didn’t do it.”
Georgia kept silent for a second, threw me a dirty look, and stormed out.
It’s not over, bitch!