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“You think so?”
I nod. “For sure.”
She hugs me. “Thank you, my friend. I’m so glad you came to work here.”
“Me too. Speaking of work, I really have to go.”
“I know, right? Your husband beat you to it.”
“My husband?”
“Yeah, a hot Italian by the name of Corrado Mancini walked in this morning and tore into Evans, causing the entire building to climb up here so they could get a glimpse of them. We thought we might have to call security. Not that it would help.” She leans in conspiratorially. “Do you know what it was about?”
I gulp. “Maybe.”
“You didn’t cheat on him with Evans, did you?”
“Is Evans still alive?”
“Ah, yes, he is,” Daisy says. “Which tells me something else is going on.”
Corrado found out I work for Evans and not for myself. This is probably why he sent me the message about being my own boss. What’s worse is that he was texting me this morning from my office floor while ripping into my boss.
“You better get over there,” Daisy says. “I’d offer to help, but your husband scares the crap out of me, so I’ll stay over here praying for you.”
“Thanks, and good luck with the date.”
Daisy and I part ways, and I inhale deeply, only now noticing the clusters of people speaking covertly and eyeing me as if they know something I don’t. I recognize a few marketing managers from the company several floors below us. They’re staying for the drama. I bet Corrado already gave them a show.
As I approach my office, I pass Evans, who sits at his desk and looks up as I walk by. On a normal day, I would stop in, and we’d chat for a bit before I started working, but not today. I don’t stop by his office or so much as say good morning, because my husband is leaning against my desk, hands in his pockets, legs crossed at the ankles.
Corrado’s wearing a dark suit over a crisp white shirt paired with a red tie, and his hazel eyes look somehow darker as he glares at me. He spreads his arms, and I walk into his embrace, throwing my arms around his neck. Damn it, his hard body makes me weak at the knees. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I missed him.
He smells wonderful, strong and spicy, and after I inhale, I run my fingers through his hair and hug him tighter. He’s warm and hard, and aggression rolls off him in waves.
I can’t get enough of that combination. I suck it up like a sponge, not caring if he’s mad at me or not. I’ll take any affection he gives me, and that’s terrifying and bad for the health of my heart.
“Corrado,” I say before he has a chance to say anything. “I can explain.”
“And you will, but first, you will sign a letter of resignation and hand it over to Evans.”
“Corrado, please.”
The arms around me tighten, and Corrado brushes his cheek against mine. At my ear, he says, “If there is no resignation, I’ll order him to open the window and jump. Evans and I were stationed together, shared barracks and lunches, and once, we drank our own fucking piss just so we could survive the night. Don’t make me give that order.”
He loosens his grip on me, and I cup his face. “Okay, but this job was part of our agreement,” I whisper so nobody hears, because I’m sure people are listening to every word we’re saying. An unfolding office drama is always a hit show.
“My original plan for you to work here as an independent contractor stands. Is that clear?”
“Clear.”
“Thank you. In the future, changing things without my approval will result in a punishment. Never yours. Always whoever you deal with, so take care how you execute my orders.”
I bristle at his harsh tone. Like I said before, I would hate working for Corrado. “I’m not your soldier.”
“You’re not, but most of the people you’ll deal with are.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
