Page 8 of Dangerous Attraction

“Can we start over?”

Again, lost for words, I stared at him. I thought Carlisle was gorgeous, but the man sitting in front of me had to be a god himself. Even wearing my heels, he was a good two inches taller than me. The suit he wore did little to hide the muscle hidden beneath the material. When he moved, his muscles flexed beneath the expensive fabric, causing my mouth to water. His black hair was short on the sides but longer on the top. It hung loosely, swooping across his forehead. The light dusting of facial hair was beyond sexy, but the thing that kept me from looking away were his eyes. They were like two dark pools of lust, capturing me in some kind of hypnotic trance.

Fuck,they were gorgeous.

I couldn’t stop staring. My body prickled with desire, and I wondered If he could tell what I was thinking. Visions of him stripping me naked and fucking me raw on his desk filled my head.

“Are you alright?” His mocking tone told me he knew I was eyeballing him like a prime steak.

Shaking the inappropriate thoughts from my head, I gathered my wits.

“Yes, sorry. Did you say something?”

Shit, I felt like a fool as a rush of embarrassment creeped up my neck blazing a trail of red. I couldn’t afford to fuck up this interview, and I’d already been caught openly checking out the boss.

“I asked you what kind of experience you had waiting tables?”

Shaking out of the lusty haze again, I straightened my back and began filling him in on my experience. I just needed to focus on the job and not on the way he made my body thrum with desire just from sitting across from him.

five

MASSIMO

Fuck.

She’d heard part of my phone conversation. I was ready to grill the stranger at my door until I saw her.

She wasfuckingbeautiful!

Her long legs were on display beneath a black dress that fit her body like a glove. And man, what a delicious body she had. This woman had curves in all the right spots—curves that made a man’s cock stand at attention and take notice. She was wearing a pair of red fuck-me heels that added to the allure of her physique. My eyes traveled up her body, tracing the line of her neck and settling on her gaze. Her face was the perfect shape, with the most kissable full lips I’d seen in a while. They had me imagining her mouth wrapped around my shaft. Shifting myself, I continued my appraisal of her. Her brown hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, begging for me to reach up and tug it free. This beautiful specimen had alabaster skin dusted with the perfect number of freckles. Freckles, I itched to count while she was naked.

Her eyes were on the floor, staring at my cell phone, which I’d managed to toss off my desk in a fit of rage. When her head finally came up, our eyes met, and I felt like I was looking into the sky. The blue of her iris held me hostage, sending a bolt of lust straight to my cock. My Nonna’s words came rushing back to me—You’ll know when you meet the one. It’s like a bolt of lightning shocking your system.

Staring at her, I had to force myself to breathe. “Can I help you?” It came out more like a growl, laced with the frustration of being thrown off my game.

She hesitated, scared to speak. “Um…”

“Well, don’t just fucking stand there. What do you want?” I snapped, dropping into my chair to hide the growing erection I was sporting. I didn’t know who she was, but she needed to leave so I could get ready for the interview due at any moment.

“My name is Madison Hart. I had an appointment to meet with you about a job. I can come back.” She fidgeted with her hands and turned to leave.

“Shit!” I rose, hurrying over to her side. Bending down, I fisted my phone and shoved it into my pocket. “No. I’m sorry about what you heard.”

“You don’t need to explain.” Her eyes were wide with fear as she held my gaze. “Like I said, I can come back later.”

I wrapped my fingers around her arm to stop her from leaving. Heat from where I touched her flesh scorched through my veins, causing me to drop my hand. Shutting the door, I moved away from her to hide the growing bulge in my pants.

“Can we start over?” I cocked my head and grinned. “Tell me about your experience as a waitress.”

When she didn't answer, I realized she was obviously stuck in her head. Her body flushed with a beautiful shade of pink, making me wonder what she’d been thinking and if she’d been as affected by my touch as I had been. I stifled a laugh and cleared my throat.

“Are you alright?” I couldn’t help the mocking tone.

She blinked in confusion. “Yes, sorry. Did you say something?”

“I asked you what kind of experience you had waiting tables?”

She straightened her back, and a strange expression washed over her as she launched into her history.

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