"Sofia, what's wrong?" My mother sets down the large platter she's holding on the kitchen island and takes a closer look at me. "Have you been crying?"She's not aware of the feelings I have for Roman, nor do I want her to be. I feel like a fool after what happened in Papa's office. The last thing I want is her pity. It will make me feel worse.I also know that if I tell her what happened with Roman, she'll have him fired immediately. Or worse. Roman has become a valuable asset to the organization over the years. My father heavily depends on him. My brothers assist Papa when needed, but none of them are interested in taking over when he decides to step down because they have their own business ventures to run. Causing problems for Roman will cause problems for my father if the person he wants to pass the reins to is no longer an option.And I'm not interested in going there. Roman Santori isn't worth the effort, and part of me recognizes I'm somewhat at fault for what occurr
I smile at the student sitting across the desk from me.Ella Michaels is eighteen years old and will graduate in less than two months. She's worked hard over the last four years and should end with close to a four-point GPA. She tested well on both the ACT and SAT, which she took at the end of her junior year and had her choice of top-notch universities all over the country. Since she's a state champion swimmer who lettered freshman year and broke two school records in the four hundred breaststroke and freestyle, universities with D1 swim programs have vied for her attention since she was a sophomore. After visiting her top three schools last year and talking at length with the coaches, she settled on Florida State.Intelligent, athletic, and talented, Ella is one of those students who make everything look effortless. She appears to have it all. It would be easy to hate her, but she's sweet, genuine, and goes out of her way to be friendly with everyone.Two months ago, she came i
Her mouth trembles. "I know. My parents keep saying the same thing.""I'm glad to hear that. Your mom and dad have been so supportive through all this."She blows out a breath. "Yeah, my mom and dad have been the best. I thought they'd be angry after they found out about the baby. I imagined they'd kick me out of the house or..." she trails off. "I don't know, hate me or something." Ella shakes her head before continuing. "But that hasn't happened. They were just really disappointed that Collin and I weren't more careful about birth control."I can only imagine what her parents are going through. To have your daughter all set to swim at the D1 level with a partial scholarship to pay for college and then have it disappear in the blink of an eye must be tough to stomach. Thankfully her parents are focused on the positives and have been wonderful about helping Ella through this pregnancy. Because Ella has such a strong support system, she'll be able to achieve anything she se
My father's biggest concern was not being able to surround me with the same level of protection I'd grown up with. The compound was heavily guarded at all times, and a driver escorted me to a nearby private school and anywhere else I needed to go.Naturally, Papa tried strong-arming me into using security at school, but I quickly shot down the idea. The whole point in going away was to experience life by spreading my wings and enjoying the freedom I'd never gotten a chance to taste as a child. I wanted out of the small, protective bubble I'd been forced to grow up in. Having guards on campus would draw too much attention. Which was exactly what I didn't want. For the first time in my life, I wanted anonymity. I wanted to be a normal college girl who lived in the dorms, studied at the library, and occasionally hit a party or two.The moment I step foot on campus, I stopped being known as Sofia Valentini and became known as Sofia Bianchi. Four years later, when I moved back to I
Drew picks me up at my house at six o'clock.He offers me a stunning bouquet of wildflowers after I open the door. Burying my nose in the blooms, I invite him in and arrange them in a vase, adding thoughtful to Drew's list of admirable qualities.We head downtown to have dinner at a popular steakhouse he's secured reservations at. Within the first five minutes in the car, we banter back and forth, cracking jokes and laughing. My concerns about not having enough to discuss over the course of the evening seem unwarranted.There's nothing awkward or stilted about being in his company.Which is a huge relief.As a colleague, I immediately liked Drew. He has a laid-back, affable manner that instantly puts people at ease. And he's knowledgeable and interested in a wide variety of subjects. From politics to musical choices, we run the conversational gamut during the drive.We share a bottle of white wine over dinner. The two glasses I consume don't make me feel intoxicated, just light
As soon as Drew disappears around the corner, I make my way to the bouncer and smile. "Hi, Lucas."He straightens to his full height when he recognizes me. At six foot four and two hundred and fifty pounds, Lucas is a big dude. There aren't many people who want to mess with him. Which is exactly why my brother hired him. "Hey, Ms. Bianchi," he replies. "How you doing tonight?""I'm good." I glance down the block, making sure there's no sign of Drew. He seemed nervous about leaving me alone, so I need to work fast. "Any chance we can skip the line?"With sausage-like fingers, he slides his shades down the bridge of his nose until light blue eyes meet mine. "Are you serious? The boss would have my ass if I didn't usher you inside pronto." He leans in and says, "He'd have my head right now if he knew you were standing out on the street by yourself." Brows drawing together, he twists his thick neck from side to side. "You here with someone, Ms. B?"I want to roll my eyes bu
"What are you doing?" I rasp.Roman slips inside the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.The sound of the lock clicking into place is like a gunshot in the small room. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to run away, but I'm not sure if I can move my legs."Why are you here?" he fires back.I jerk in response. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he retorts in a gruffer tone. "Why are you here?"My shoulders straighten as anger roils through me. Who the hell does this man think he is? I don't owe him any explanations. Roman Santori works for my father. Not the other way around. And he certainly isn't my keeper."I'm here with a," I pause, debating if I should say friend or date. Screw it, I'm not going to hide what I'm doing. "Date."He steps toward me, and I reflexively back away to keep the same amount of distance between us.I take a deep breath and force it out, trying to settle my jangled nerves. Being this close to Roman always sends my pulse skyrocketing. I need a distr
"Yes," I whisper.His fingers dive into the other cup, sliding the lace down until air kisses both breasts. "Gorgeous," he growls, playing with one nipple and moving to the other. "So fucking lush."I moan and wiggle against the erection digging into my back. My tummy trembles as he trails his fingertips down the middle of my ribcage until they hover over the waistband of my skirt."Have you let him touch you?"I purse my lips together. What I've done with Drew is none of Roman's damn business. His fingers slip under the band and slide straight into my panties. A moan slips free as he cups my naked heat. My body is already dancing on the edge. It won't take much to push me over. The sight of us in the mirror-him holding me with his hand wrapped in my hair, forcing my head back while my breasts spill out of my bra-is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.I want to burn the image into my brain."Have you let him play with your pussy, princess?" He squeezes my slick heat poss