Isabella’s rage erupted: “Sorry, I don’t need your help.” She spoke firmly and yanked her hand free of his hold.
“I offered to help you, I didn’t ask.” Matteo remarked, taking a step forward toward where she stood, then extending his arm in an inviting motion.
Isabella was stunned for a while as Matteo approached her, looming over her. She couldn’t find the right words to say as his towering presence was so threatening. As she finally found her voice, she took a deep, silent breath, summoning up her courage before speaking. “I said no!” She said while lowering her head because she was unable to meet his gaze, but Matteo appeared to have no objections.
Matteo dipped his hand into his pocket before taking out a key that appeared from his pocket between his fingers. He looked down at Isabella and kept his gaze fixed on her. He didn’t want her to be out there, wandering down the street by herself. She may be hurt or abducted on the narrow road. It’s risky. “Are you going to walk or should I carry you?” Matteo questioned, and Isabella shuddered.
Isabella raised her face to look at him and gave him a startled look. Despite the fact that she wants to return home before the day goes dark, Isabella was forced to accept his offer. “No, I will walk,” she said quickly, moving further away from him.
Matteo smiled slightly, his stern visage softening as he murmured, “Good gurl.” He remarked coolly, his voice low, and bass, seeming like it was emanating from his throat.
Isabella trembled as his deep voice succeeded in sending goosebumps all over her body. If there was anything left for her to admire about him, it was his deep voice and his ability to induce goosebumps all over her body. She moved ahead of him, taking the lead across the narrow passageway towards the elevator, while he trailed after her. When she arrived at the elevator, she prodded the button, and as soon as it slid open, she stepped inside.
Isabella’s heart skipped a beat as Matteo entered the elevator before the door could close. She caught her breath as she shuffled back to the side, seeking as much distance as possible between them.
Matteo reached forth and pressed the tenth button, activating the elevator; the door closed and it started to descend.
Isabella had the impression that the elevator journey seemed to take an eternity to wherever it was taking them. She was relieved she had brought her phone with her; otherwise, she would had to return to her office to get it if she hadn’t.
Isabella fiddled with her finger, anticipating the elevator would come to a stop since being stuck in the same elevator with him was becoming very frustrating. The elevator was exceedingly sluggish compared to when she had made use of it to the rooftop, and despite the fact that it was wide, Matteo still stood closer to her than necessary, making it difficult for her to breathe as a result of the tension between them.
Eventually, the elevator came to a halt, and the door slid open automatically.
Isabella felt a sense of relief as Matteo stepped out of the elevator. She exited the elevator and entered the vast garage, which had several sparkling cars lined up and parked in various rows.
Matteo led Isabella to his car. He tapped a button on the key he was holding, and one of the most costly car lights blinked and emitted an alert sound. He approached the blinking black car and ushered Isabella in by opening the door. Matteo glanced at Isabella and said, “Get in.” He gave a stern command, and she obeyed.
Isabella walked towards him and slid into the car before he locked it beside her. ‘Even when he had a girlfriend and a boyfriend, he was still acting like a gentleman towards her’. She contemplated as Matteo rounded his car and entered the driver’s seat. She would not want to have an affair with a man who is already committed to another person. Who is she like? His side chick? She shrugged.
“What’s your address?” Matteo’s query jolted Isabella out of her reverie, but she was puzzled by his inquiry, as she had been dumbfounded for a long time.
“Huh?” Isabella asked, and Matteo groaned before repeating his question, this time more explicitly.
Turning to face her, Matteo inquired, “What is your home address?”
Isabella thought for a while; she wouldn’t want to give a stranger her home address, so she’d just suggest a location close by. “Abruzzo,” she says.
“Okay”, Matteo said, halting for a second as he noticed her exposed thigh; the uniform dress was resting over her leg, exposing her upper thigh. He felt a pleasant thrill go through his body, which caused his balls to twitch as his sight was transfixed by her fresh tight. His cock swelled rapidly as he quickly attempted to recall every thrilling detail and heated image of ripping Isabella’s thigh apart just to bury his throbbing cock inside her.
Isabella frowned as she realized he was taking too long to start the car. She looked up to face him and caught him looking at her with admiration. She followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at her bare thigh. She quickly clasped her legs together, grabbed the hem of her gown, and drew it down over her legs to conceal her thigh, while he narrowed Matteo gaze.
Matteo shifted a little as he became consciously aware that his erection was obviously starting to strain his pants. He held back the groan that almost escaped his lips due to how painful it felt. ‘This would definitely be the death of me’, he said to himself. He needed to do something about it that would simply get his mind off it, or else he wouldn’t be able to control himself from doing something bad to Isabella. Matteo placed his hand on the steering wheel and started rolling it out of the garage into the hotel’s huge lobby before heading towards the gate.
When the guards, who stood at the gate, saw Matteo’s car approaching, they quickly moved aside as the massive gate opened and Matteo cautiously drove out of the hotel.
Isabella felt a chilly breeze touch her skin through the window, her nipples poking through her bra, and even with the suit on, she was still shivering from the coolness in the air. She wrapped her arm across her stomach, trying to keep her hands warm amid the cold.
For a brief moment, the entire journey was silent, and Isabella felt relieved about it as she kept herself engaged by gazing out the window.
Matteo’s eyes were fixated on the road as he drove carefully. His mind was worn out from thinking. Even though he was certain he had stolen Isabella’s first kiss, he was still curious whether Leonardo had touched her when she came to interview for the job. He would have asked Leonardo instead, but he doesn’t want him to suspect anything about his feelings for Isabella.
Matteo sighed and mentally prepared himself to break the quiet tension between them that was causing his head to rumble with thought. “Isabella,” he called gently.