"I do not appreciate when people listen in on my conversations, Miss Jones. I hope that you are aware of the repercussions if you were to disclose anything you may have heard." I warn.

Her face flushes a deep crimson red once again, and her large kitten eyes stare into me, so wide and terrified.

"I assure you Mr Giovanni, I did not hear anything." Her sweet voice sings, but the bitterness of her lie sours it. Does she really think she can lie to me? Even a blind fool would know she was listening in on my conversation. That's punishment number one, sweetheart.

The young girl wears a white blouse which doesn't leave much to the imagination. It cuts down low revealing her cleavage for all to see. Suddenly anger erupts within me. No one else is allowed to place their eyes on her besides me, I will make sure that she never wears something like this when I have her., unless it's for my eyes to see only.

The same goes for her skirt, it's as if she's trying to get my attention. Her long beautiful legs are clean shaven and slightly tanned, every inch of her is a masterpiece.

"I will take your word Miss Jones." I say smiling at her. "Please, come in, I don't have not much time."

I fear that if she is to stay here any longer, I will not be able to restrain myself.

What has come over me? What is it with this girl that is making me become so soft, how is she making me yield?

I am the fucking fucking king of the New York City mafia, heir to the Italian mafia, i shouldn't become weak kneed at the sight of a girl.

Turning away from her, I headed to my desk.

The quiet clicking of her heels against my hardwood floor echoes round the room, and I know that she has gone straight for the window. I made sure I got the best view of New York before purchasing this building. I wouldn't settle for anything less, I do after all, own the city.

I turn back around to see her staring out over the view. Her silhouette is like an angels.

I need to wrap this up quick, before my body gets the better of me.

"Dante informed me that you speak Swedish... And Italian." I state, trying to find the hint of fear once again in her eyes. And of course I see it. I am sure she is aware that I know she was listening in. Yet, I still find it enjoyable torturing her like this.

She gives me a shy nod, biting her lip nervously in the process.

There is no way she is unaware of what she is doing to me! This is just torture! I want her now, but I must be patient. I don't want to scare her, not yet at least.

"Yes, i am fluent in Swedish, though my Italian is quite rusty." She says, trying to defend herself, trying to dig herself out of her hole which she so helplessly fell into. She should think twice about telling strangers things about her, if I hadn't known she could speak Italian, maybe I wouldn't have been as adamant that she is to be mine. "I also speak, Russian, French and Mandarin."

So Dante wasn't lying when he said she was talented. She really is very smart, and I have no doubt that she would be perfect for the job. Of course, she doesn't quite know what it entails yet...

"Impressive." I say. Looking down at my watch, I notice it's already been ten minutes. How time flies. I grab Mia's folder from my desk and begin flicking through it hoping to confirm that the report Dante pulled together is correct. "And you are from Australia."

She nods one more, too afraid to say anything else. As much as I love it, she will have to eventually answer me with her words. I do not want a mute.

I close in on her, until we are only inches apart. Her scent is so sweet and floral. She is like a beautiful rose garden. I don't miss it as she takes in a breath, breathing me in, her face once again flushing as she notices what she's done. I give her a smile once again, she is perfect.

"You are a very intelligent Miss Jones, I think that you would be a valuable asset towards my team and our relations with other countries." I state, watching for her reaction.

Besides the flare in her eyes, her face betrays nothing. "Thank you." She says timidly.

I step ever so closer to her, until I can feel her shallow breath against my shirt gently pushing on my chest. This interview needs to finish now."Unfortunately Dante did not choose the best time for this interview today, and i must be leaving now, but would you be interested in lunch so we can further discuss what your position would entail?" I say.

Her face lights up at my words. How I would love to wake up to that face. "Yes, that sounds great." She says, her voice shaking slightly.

I pull out some contracts for her to read over and sign before our next meeting regarding the job, and hand them to her. "Here are some documents for you to read over. Go to my assistant outside and she will set up the meeting."

Her head dips and she lets a small smile fall across her lips. "It was a pleasure meeting you Miss Jones. I hope to see you at lunch." I say, holding out my hand waiting for her.

"Thank you for taking the time to talk with me Mr Giovanni." She hesitantly places her small hand into mine. Her skin is so smooth. I bring her hand to my lips and place a kiss, instantly her whole face heats up and I watch as she becomes more uncomfortable with every second.

"Please, call me Matteo. I think from here on out we will become well acquainted." I say, and I lead her back to my office door, the one she had so helplessly fallen through.

She says goodbye once more and I watch her as she walks down the hall, passing one of my men who approaches with my package in a big box. I watch as Mia's gaze looms on the box, eliminating any doubt I may have had about whether or not she heard my previous conversation.

"Have a nice day Miss Jones..." I bid farewell once more. "I will be coming for you soon." I finish, too quiet for her to hear. Quickly she scurries away and I can't help the ever growing grin forming on my lips.

I finally turn my attention back to my man with the box. "Looks like my centrepiece decoration has arrived."

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