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I hold up my hand. “That’s good. Thank you.”

I think I hear Gianni chuckle under his breath, but we’re interrupted by his cellphone ringing. “Sorry, Gummy Bear. I have to go back to work.”

“You owe me for tea then,” Ella huffs.

“I always do.” He kisses her forehead and hurries out the door.

“I guess it’s just us girls,” I tell her, picking up my cup.

“Finally. The boys in this house—” she shakes her head which causes me to laugh.

I think I’m going to like it here.

Chapter Three

Matias

I can’t stop thinking about Sophie. How she felt in my arms after she tripped felt too right. It was like I held what home finally felt like.

And I want to do it again.

The thought of seeing her has nerves fluttering through my system. I’m not a man who ever gets nervous. I have never been afraid of not getting something I wanted because I just go for it, I take it, but Sophie? I don’t think she will be that easy.

Rejection isn’t something I’m used to, so yes, I admit that I am so fucking nervous, I don’t know how to walk out the office doors to greet her. I need to welcome her to her new home, perhaps through a party? No, no, a party is too much. She doesn’t seem like the type. Especially when she’s surrounded by people she doesn’t know. I can’t do that to her.

Not yet.

A knock at the door sounds.

“Come in,” I rasp, hoping it’s her.

I watch the door swing open, only to see Gianni, and my hope falls.

He grins. “Well, you look like you wished I was someone else.”

“Sorry, Gianni.” I rub my eyes and sigh. “I’m always happy to see you.”

“Mmhmm,” he hides a smile. “You weren’t hoping I was a cute blonde-haired woman with bright blue eyes?” he bats his lashes, teasing me.

I chuckle, standing from my desk to call it a night. “Maybe.” I glance at her file and tuck it under my arm. I want to look over every detail of her past. I want to know everything about her. I could wait and hope she’d tell me herself, but it would take so much time for her to open up to me.

I need to know about her now.

“She’s beautiful.” He sounds like he is testing the waters to start a conversation of how I feel about her.

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Will you do a contract for her to be your wife? Will you offer it? Carmine and Ari have been messaging me about you, too.”

I grind my teeth together as frustration builds. “I’m sorry you have to deal with them,” I clip, debating if I want to call my brothers to tell them to back the fuck off. They shouldn’t be roping Gianni into it.

“It’s fine. I’m used to it, but are you?” he prods.

I slowly nod. “Eventually. I want to. I want her to be mine. I just… know. It was just like I knew Ella was meant to be my daughter. Sophie is meant to be my wife, but I can’t breach that topic with her yet. She’s here for a job, not to sign a contract into being my spouse.”

“Ah, so you’re going to somehow be sly, try to have her fall in love with you, and then offer the contract?”

“When you put it like that it sounds bad,” I grumble.

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