When I slammed my lips on her I'd anticipated a low blow from her, same as the day I smacked her ass. But thankfully, it didn't occur as she jumped onto my lap like a hungry kitten and kissed me back. Jesus, thanks for sparring my balls! Her lips felt like a soft rose petals; so warm and luscious. I was afraid that I might hurt her with my bruising kisses. She felt so perfect in my arms like she was made for me. Our tongues duelling, dominating each other. Oh god, she felt so good. She tasted so good.

I wanted to taste every inch of her body so I left her lips and found my way to her neck. I started lingering soft kisses on her neck that made her moan and I instantly got hard. she grabbed my shoulder and in next moment, pushed me away.

I was disappointed.

"Your buckle is poking me." She said, completely unaware about the real scene. The beast inside me just wanted to rip her clothes and fuck her so hard until she's screaming my name. Oh god, please forgive me. A few minutes ago, I was whimpering and crying like a kid remembering the horrible childhood memories when he kept me in that dark store room for weeks to make me Shut my mouth so his secret would be safe.

And now I'm back to my normal self, the same Leonardo; a certified womaniser who wants to fuck his sweet innocent assistant in a fucking elevator.

"It's not a buckle." I said and before she could register what it was, I grabbed her through the back of her neck and pulled her onto my lips and claimed her again.

Oh god, I wished the time would stop because as the time was passing, my testosterones going wild.

I cursed under my breath as the lift slide opened and Jane pulled away fixing her skirt and straightening herself so nobody would assume that we're about to have a hard fucking and wild sex in an elevator.

"We apologise for the inconvenience caused, Mr. Vincenzo." The company's manager apologised, hesitantly looking between Jane and I. There wasn't any need to apologise anyway, I quite enjoyed the show. However, I'd be dead if Jane wasn't in there with me. Darn. I was still trembling with fear of dying in a dark store room with some creepy insects crawling over my dead body.

I didn't pay attention to them and stepped out of the elevator. I just wanted to go back to my Mansion and Play video games to calm my nerves.

Taking long strides I reached to the location where my baby—the red ferrari was parked. I produced the key from my pants pocket and was about to unlock the car when someone snatched the keys off my hand.

"Taking your current situation into account I came to a conclusion that—" she said unlocking the car

—my car— and sliding onto the driver seat while I was just staring at her stupidly.

"I'm driving."

"No. You can't." I don't want her to hurt my baby. It's my favourite car in all those expensive vehicles in my garage.

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

"I said you're not riding my car." Yeah, ride me instead.

"Don't forget that how hungrily you're devouring my mouth awhile ago." She said crossing her arms. "Hmm...if you love your testicles then you'll sit on the passenger seat without thinking twice."

Damn her. Brunette devil.

I accepted my fate and quietly slid onto the passenger seat while she started the car.

It was a once bitten twice shy condition for me. I didn't want to repeat the horrible and painful scene of my office. I didn't regret that I kissed her though. "If you think I'll apologise for that, then you should probably start counting stars in the space."

I dictated once I saw the Adams' tower disappeared in the rear view mirror. She looked at me with shock before drifting her eyes back to road. "I don't regret it, Jane."

I waited for her reaction but her eyes were glued to the road. I heaved a sigh and closing my eyes shut, leaned back against the seat finally giving up on her. Is she a robot? Can't she feel the spark between us?

"Neither do I." My eyes snapped open and a boyish grin spread on my face. She didn't regret it. "Am I good kisser?" She asked raising a brow.

"You're a great kisser, Jane." I replied genuinely. I'd kissed so many women in my life but I had never felt this spark with anyone before. She just smiled shyly. "Why did you even asked that?"

"It's Ryder. He said that I don't even know how to kiss a guy, and he was right though. I broke his nose once."

Even a thought of her kissing someone other than me made me jealous. Good if she broke that bastard's nose. It'd be even better if she had broken his teeth or bones or maybe both.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you've anxiety issues?" She asked giving a quick glance to me.

I glanced out of the window as her question caught me off guard. I didn't want to recall those horrible memories so I'd never shared it with anyone except Alaric who was my best buddy.

"It's okay if you don't—"

"I just had a troubled childhood." I hope she'd get that I don't want to proceed this matter any further.

She looked at me with shock and didn't say anything, while I held her gaze. Later, she broke the intense eye contact and fixed it on the road.

"That's enough for me. I mean...at least for now." She said breaking the cold silence, "But....I'm your personal assistant and it's my duty to resolve your problems whether they are professional or personal. If you ever feel that you need someone to share your story........I'm a phone call away."

That day I realised she was so kind, compassionate and a sophisticated woman just like my late mother.