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Then I spun on my heel, anger and frustration building inside me like a volcano about to blow, and stormed out of the room.
* * *
Sonny struggledto keep up with me as I strode through the house.
“The boss is in a meeting,” he warned me as I closed in on Renato’s study, the only off-limits room in the house.
“I don’t care,” I fumed.
He stepped in front of the door.
“What? Are you under instructions to carry me off if I try and disturb His Majesty?”
Sonny snorted. “Fuck, no. I’m not to touch you under any circumstances.”
“Oh, really? That’s good to know.” I advanced on him, and he jumped back to avoid touching me. Triumphantly, I reached for the doors and pushed them open.
“Good luck,” Sonny murmured and ducked out from behind me.
Seven men sat around a long rectangular table, with Renato at its head.
A few flinched at the sound of the doors crashing open, and one reached for his piece and then stopped himself. Of course, no one drew a weapon in Renato’s presence without his permission. The man really got off on controlling others.
“Charlotte. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Renato purred. He didn’t look annoyed by my sudden entrance.
I folded my arms, and his gaze dropped to my chest. Anger sparked suddenly, and his faint bemusement morphed instantly to fury. “Leave us.”
The word had hardly left his lips before the men assembled were scrambling to leave the room. I met his fiery gaze throughout the scraping of chairs and general air of fluster while the room emptied.
The door closed behind the last man, and we were alone. Nerves prickled along my spine at Renato’s dark look. My courage, born of righteous anger, was deserting me now, when I needed it the most.
He stood slowly, smoothing a hand through his dark waves, the veins rippling in his strong forearm. Why did he have his sleeves rolled up? Didn’t he know what that did to innocent bystanders? He probably did and enjoyed it. He was a sadist, clearly.
“Before you start your tirade on your latest issue with your situation, let me be clear.” He strolled to me and then reached out a hand to my half-sewn bodice.
I jerked with surprise when his finger landed on the curve of my breast. Not on the material of the dress, on my skin.
Gasping, I glanced downward. My reckless movements had unpinned the edges of the gown, and my breasts threatened to spill free. My nipples were barely covered, the inside curves of both tits on display, with the rest pressing dangerously close to escaping.
Renato’s tanned hand was huge and shocking against the pale curve of my tit. It was just so male, and held such an aura of restrained violence, I couldn’t look away. His finger traveled over the plump swell, slipping under the curve, somehow kneading me with one finger. Better than anything I’d ever felt before.
Then his hand drew the material closed over my exposed skin, his fingers brushing over my straining nipples.Fuck,my nipples were hard little stones beneath his accidental touch. Needy, wanton, and blithely oblivious to the fact that I shouldn’t be turned on by this man.This monster,my mind reminded me. But it was too late for my body. It was desperate for more.
“You will not walk around this house in such a state of undress. You will not let any man here, except me, your husband, see what lies beneath your clothes, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
My mouth had gone dry as hell. “What consequences?”
“You’ll find out if you don’t listen to my warning,bambina. I don’t allow threats in my presence, and that includes all this.” He slid a hand from the neckline of my gown down to my waist.
“My body? It’s hardly a lethal weapon,” I muttered, squirming on the spot. I needed to cross my legs or find some way to relieve the pooling heat gathering between them. He was making me wet, and he was barely even touching me. What dark sorcery was this?
“That’s for me to decide. Remember, my house, my rules. Now, what brings you here, half-dressed and ready to kill?”
He released his grip on my gown, and I hurriedly pulled the gaping bodice together, straightening my back and trying to locate a lucid thought.
“My job. The psycho you have working for you just told me that apparently, I’m quitting my job and nursing program?”
Renato moved to the window beside his desk and looked out, hiding his face from me. “Yes, of course you are. What’s the problem?”
