Page 11 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
My pulse pounds in my ears as I lower my gaze to my feet.From the knee down, my legs are squeaky clean.
I was wearing sandals.Remnants of food should be on my toes too if it reached my thighs.
A blurry vision of Matteo Ricco with his head bent and a washcloth in his hand sweeps through me.
Feminine hunger twists my insides at the thought of him caring for me in such a gentle, intimate way.
And respectful.He didn’t wander above my knees.
I banish the image and splash more water onto my face.
There is no way in hell I’ll ever get close to Matteo Ricco again.I’ll work for him with the dogged determination I used to become a lawyer until the end of the contract.After I pay off both my mother’s medical debts and my student loans, I’ll save enough to start my own law firm, terminate my employment with Mr.Ricco, and walk away without looking back.
Even as the thoughts form, I doubt my fortitude.
Revenge against my father is for both me and my mother, but denying Matteo is the same as denying myself because even though his cruelty wounded me deeply, my body and heart crave him.
I’ve stepped in the proverbial shit now and fear I might light my entire lawn on fire instead of wiping my shoes in the grass.
A shiver runs down my spine as I envision Matteo’s thick fingers unlatching the clasps of my sandals.My ankles must have looked so delicate in his masculine hands.
Fresh heat blooms in my core.
Shit.
I’m trapped in a hell of my own making with Matteo Ricco as the devil in charge of meting out my punishments.
It’ll all be worth it once I decimate my father and return my mother’s inheritance back to her tenfold.
I just need to keep my distance from the hazel-eyed demon on the other side of the door while I work for him.He can be nothing but my boss from now on.
I can totally do that.For my mom, I’ll see it through.
I hope.
Chapter 4
Matteo Ricco
Amusement and lust throbthrough me as Brook darts into the bathroom.With the feel of her long legs wrapped around my hips and her soft ass wriggling in my lap as she nibbled on my throat and ran her hands through my hair still fresh in my mind, I fight against the urge to follow her into the bathroom and demand she finish what she started, but her erratic behavior, slurred words, and vomiting make me think there was more to last night than alcohol.
The thought of her falling prey to another man when she was so vulnerable and desperate fills me with roaring fury.No woman, not even conniving little liars like her, deserves to have their right to choose stripped from them.I grab my phone off the charging station built into the coffee table and send a text to my personal assistant, Liam Brunswick.He replies instantly despite the odd hour.I slip my phone into my back pocket, trusting him to let me know once he’s retrieved the security footage from the restaurant and pause when the sound of rushing water sneaks out from under the bathroom door.
My body’s instant reaction shames me as I picture her naked in the shower, but after experiencing the little flirt’s hands and mouth all over my face, throat, and shoulders, I forgive my cock’s incessant throbbing.I ignore my disappointment as I realize I hear the sink and not the shower.
The black rectangle sitting on the white sheets catches my attention.I smirk in satisfaction and stride to the bed.
Brook Prescott has no idea what she just got herself into.She thought using her daddy’s money to disappear after graduation would save her from my retribution, but the little rabbit hopped right into my trap.
I tap the folder against my palm a few times as I anticipate her reaction to being my lackey.I can’t wait to see her expression when I order her to fetch my coffee, retrieve my dry cleaning, and complete the menial tasks usually reserved for interns.
Delight fizzles through me as I imagine her inept anger as she serves me.The pride in her voice when she declared she was a lawyer was too easy a target to ignore when I drafted the vagueness of her job description.All the money her parents spent on her fancy law degree will be wasted.I’ll enjoy wielding every loophole to my advantage.
My mirth dissipates when I open the folder.Her signature lies stark on the page.
Brook Simons.
She has a different last name.
