Page 29 of Craving Danger

Placing the tray on his desk, I say, “I hope four slices are enough. Just let me know if you’d like more pizza.”

“Thanks.”

My mouth drops open, and I blink at the man as if he’s lost his mind.

Did I just hear a thank you?

He gives me a dark glare when he notices I’m gaping at him. “You can leave, Miss Blakely.”

Nodding, I hurry out of the office, and once I’ve shut the door behind me, I grin like an idiot.

And here I was thinking miracles don’t happen anymore.

Franco

Having Samantha stare at me with a stunned expression just because I thanked her makes me feel like a dick.

Can you blame me, though? I went through years of shitty assistants, and having one that actually does her job is new to me.

Just don’t get too friendly with her.

I don’t want Samantha to put two and two together and realize I’m her mystery man.

Picking up a slice of pizza, a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as my thoughts turn to last night.

I didn’t lie when I told her I enjoyed spending time with her. Seeing Samantha away from the office showed me a different side to her.

For some unknown reason, I like the idea that she’s a wildcat here and a wounded kitten atParadiso.

Remembering how startled she was when I ran into her at my house, my mood sours a little.

Marcello is always at my place with a group of guards, and now that I’m sure Samantha has a problem being around men, I understand why she ran out of the house.

I’ll never send her to collect my dry cleaning again.

I eat my lunch, and when Samantha comes in to collect the tray, I keep my eyes locked on the documents in front of me.

As she turns to leave, I mutter, “You can go home at five but be here at seven tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once the door shuts behind her, I lean back in my chair and tap my fingers on the desk.

Why am I even doing this? Nothing good can come from spending time with Samantha.

Even though I have legitimate businesses, I’m still a criminal. I don’t think being one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra will carry any weight with Samantha.

And even if it did, it doesn’t matter because I don’t plan on dating my PA.

I agreed to spend time with her because she’s paid a steep price to be a member atParadiso.

Yeah, that’s the only reason I’m doing this.

Shaking my head, I get up from the chair and grab my jacket. Pulling it on, I stalk to the door, and leaving my office, I growl to Samantha, “I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

“Oh. Should I cancel your four o’clock appointment?”

“Yes.”

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