She nodded, stifling a smile, and turned back to look at the plane that had slowed down as it was coming to a stop. “Gotcha.”
“How do you not know that? You reserved one for him just a few hours ago.”
Ha? Talia turned to Joe a little shocked. This was the first she had heard of it. “I did?”
He nodded slowly with an even more incredulous look on his face.
She definitely didn’t, but she was sure it was one of his army of assistants. She sighed, an army she was now an honorary member of.
“Well then, at least we’re sure he’ll like it.”
She made a little cheer when the plane came to a stop around a hundred feet away from them. After a few minutes, the door opened, and a step of stairs appeared as it lowered. Someone who looked like a pilot stepped out first. Following close behind was a man holding something in his arm pressed against his chest as he descended the steps.
“What are the chances he came alone?” Talia asked as she watched the man approach them.
“Not a chance. From what I heard, he travels with an entourage of around ten people. But judging by the size of the plane, probably five.”
Right, because all groupies knew how their object of obsession travelled. Talia just hoped the one who’d been planning for their arrival before the responsibility had suddenly been thrown on her lap knew this. The bosses said everything had been taken care of and, considering she had no idea a yacht had been reserved, she really hoped they were right. She didn’t even know where he was staying. She really hoped Joe did. She couldn’t believe how clueless she was.
“Joe,” she began as the figure drew closer, “you do know which hotel they are staying at, right?”
“You don’t?”
At the risk of sounding unprofessional, she admitted, “No. I had already clocked out when they called about our guest here.”
He nodded. “Me too. But yes, I do know.”
She sighed her relief. “Good. At least one of us does.”
She pulled out her phone from her pants right pocket and tapped on the screen. Nothing yet. Peeved, she opened her mail app and quickly shot out another email to the executive secretary asking for the full itinerary, copying all the bosses who had been on that conference call appointing her tour guide. She didn’t care who she woke up. If she was awake at this devil hour of now two thirty in the morning, standing in this cold windy airport, the least they could do was share the information that even the driver had and she didn’t.
“Ms. McKenna?”
Talia looked up at the heavy Italian accented and clearly tired voice. The man looked haggard and even more tired than he sounded. But he was certainly not Rafael DeLuca. She was sure every woman with a pulse knew what the shark looked like. He was an office obsession. More than a few women had him as their office PC screensaver. Lucky him all pictures available were of him in a suit. This man was around half a foot shorter, definitely half his size and blond.
“Yes, and you are?” she asked, holding out her hand to him.
His brows pinched in clear distaste, but he took her hand in a short rough shake before he dropped it. “Enzo Romano.”
Okay, someone was offended.
He looked past them. “Is that the car?”
“Yes sir,” Joe answered. “Joe—”
“What kind?” he asked, cutting Joe off as he was about to introduce himself.
One with wheels, the snarky remark popped into her head. The man was either not a people person or he clearly didn’t get any sleep on the flight over.
“Cadillac Escalade,” Joe answered.
“What make?”
“Huh?” Talia blurted out. He couldn’t be serious.
“2013 Hybrid,” Joe answered, not missing a beat. Enzo nodded his approval, stepping closer to Joe.
What? Was DeLuca’s royal ass really too preciously selective about what he would dare ride in?
Calm down Talia. You’re tired and sleep deprived. Just don’t say it out loud.
It was moments like these that she missed her friend Carrie. Now she didn’t care who heard. When someone was being ridiculous, she called them out. Talia smiled to herself, admitting this was probably why the bosses didn’t want her to bring Carrie along for this. She would have bitched about everything from the time to the cold and especially to this ‘what kind of Escalade’ question. It was a Cadillac Escalade for crying out loud!
“Pull the car closer to the plane,” he instructed Joe. Then he turned to Talia and said, “You can leave.”
Talia’s head reared back in shock. “Excuse you?”
Joe chose that moment to run and do as he was told, leaving Talia with Mr. Polite.
“Is there another car, or is that the only one?” he went on like he hadn’t heard her.
Testily, she responded, “It’s the only one.”
He sighed, closing his eyes. “Any chance of getting another one?”
“Why? Is one not enough?”
He opened his eyes and with a raised brow asked, “How am I to get to the hotel?”
“We,” she started, stressing on the ‘we’, “were meant to ride together to the hotel, where I was to help you all check-in and meet you when the sun was out at a reasonable hour to escort you to the office.”
He sighed heavily again. “That won’t be necessary.”
Damn, he was starting to sound like a Catholic school headmistress. She looked at her phone again, wishing someone would wake up and send her the stupid itinerary already!
“He won’t be coming in tomorrow—today but tomorrow—the day after,” he stated, looking as confused as he sounded.
She looked at her wrist watch. “It’s two forty in the morning. So he will be resting today?” One more thing that would have been nice to know sooner. Just like it would have been nice to know her presence wasn’t required. “And coming to the office tomorrow?”
“Yes?” he responded, sounding unsure.
Talia folded her fingers into her palm in a tight fist. She could have been sound asleep right now. “Why do you need another car if you are going to the same place? How many are you exactly?”
His eyes pinched again and his mouth twisted in a half sneer. “Shouldn’t you know that already?”
Talia forced a tight smile on her lips. There was a lot she should have known before rushing home, showering and changing into her new suit to welcome the great DeLuca but, alas, here she was, a snarky comment away from getting fired. She chose not to respond, instead she just stared at him and waited.
“It’s just Signore DeLuca and I.”
So why not ride with him? What, was three a crowd?
“And no, we are not going to the same place.”
As if to reiterate what he said, their only ride out of the blasted place pulled away from the plane and sped off towards the exit. Talia huffed an irate laugh, rolled her lips into her mouth to keep in the curses bouncing eagerly at the tip of her tongue and took a very deep breath.
After she was sure she’d held her temper in check, she said, “I’ll call us a cab.”
Talia groaned from under her pillow and cursed at whoever was calling. Once in the cab with Enzo, heading to his hotel that he’d been so kind to inform her the name and location, she’d shot her bosses an email with an update and, with much restraint, requested the morning off. After dropping Enzo off and heading home, she’d never felt so excited to go back to that tiny one bedroom apartment. Shaking, almost frozen stiff, she’d quickly changed into her pajamas and burrowed under her thick duvet and waited for warmth to thaw out her frozen limbs. It was the best morning sleep she’d ever had.Correction, she thought with a groan as the persistent ringing grew louder, it was almost the best morning sleep.Back at home she pressed the pillow against her ear and pleaded with her phone. “Just die. You always die on me when I don’t want you to. Now I want you to.”The ringing stopped and Talia smiled with contentment, emerging from under her pillow. She should check the time—No! I want sleep.
Talia followed, thinking she now owed Joe a coffee and a box of donuts for saving her twice. And that idiot holding the itinerary hostage as some sort of prank, he or she was going to get it once she found out who it was. After a three minute walk on the wood walkway—she had no idea what the right name was—they got to DeLuca’s boat—yacht. His was parked, or tied last on the third and last row coming out of the main column. The place was beautiful and so were the vessels, if she put the immediate danger of drowning away from her mind.Once he pointed it out to her, she thanked him and watched him walk away for a few seconds before she turned back to the boat—yacht. It was pretty and big. How one person piloted this thing without help was beyond her. But who knew, maybe he didn’t go anywhere, and who said he was alone? For all she knew, this yacht was how he got laid.But that was all none of her business. She moved closer to the back of the boat—yacht, super aware of where the walkway
“Carrie!”Immediately as Talia got to the office she went in search of her friend. Being fellow International Relations Officer, they sat opposite each other, their backs to each other. Their curved cubicles made a nice private horseshoe enclosure around them, great for a midday nap.“Carrie I’ve got something juicy for you!” Talia said as she dropped into her seat and swiveled around to face Carrie. But her friend still had her back to her, and her head was on her crossed arms on the desk. Talia grabbed the back of her seat and forcefully turned it around, making Carrie sit up with a pained moan.Talia reared back, surprised, when she finally saw her friend’s face. “Why do you look like death walked all over you?”Carrie’s eyes were red and puffy, her caramel skin tone looked two shades lighter and she gagged like she was about to barf. Talia pushed her chair back until it hit her desk, curbing her escape.“Don’t you dare!” Talia warned, holding a finger up to her.With one hand Carr
Rafe fixed his tie, wishing he’d taken an extra day of relaxation on the yacht before he got to work but that would be completely out of character for him. Actually, he’d been feeling unlike himself recently and he couldn’t understand why or even pinpoint when it started. He was exhausted. Not physically, he was sure of that, and he couldn’t say emotionally either. Emotion was a foreign concept to him. But something inside him was just tired. Whatever it was pulled him down from his head right down to his feet. His arms felt like he had weights attached to them and there was this restlessness he couldn’t get rid of no matter what he tried.“Signore DeLuca,” Enzo started. Rafe looked at Enzo through the mirror. “Miss McKenna is here to see you to the office,” he continued.Rafe clenched his jaw to tamper down his irritation. That and his temper had recently grown worse too. Another thing he couldn’t ex
“Quanto tempo ci vuole per arrivare in ufficio?” DeLuca barked next to her, making her jump. That was the second time he’d startled her that day and for two completely different reasons. The first one, she wasn’t sure she wanted to examine.Why was he asking how long it would take to get to the office? Was he in a hurry? And why was he in such a foul mood? The only one in a hurry was her. She wasn’t sure if she could sit still for the twenty minutes it would take to get to the office with mister mood swings next to her.“Venit minuti,” Enzo answered, to Talia’s relief, from the front passenger seat. She had temporarily lost her ability to speak.“Why didn’t you respond? I thought you spoke Italian?”Talia turned to find him staring at her, creases around his eyes at the intensity of his gaze that matched his terse tone. Talia stared back at him wide eyed. Was he tryi
He leaned in closer. “I mean stay employed.” Talia’s fist clenched tighter, not to hold on to determination anymore but to hold back her temper. The old fat, she thought as she forced her lips into a tight smile. Without another word, she turned around and marched out of the office, careful not to bang the door behind her. “Ohff,” she exhaled as she shook her fists in front of her. She turned her head to look back at the door. Were they even really considering her project? Probably not. Just as she’d thought, DeLuca was her best bet to getting the go ahead on her project. But that thing, that moment… Forget whatever that was, Talia, Focus on the end goal. Fueled with new determination, Talia marched to DeLuca’s office with her own agenda in mind. Screw the old fats, they could find someone else to spy on DeLuca. She came to a stop in front of the door, raised her hand to knock and froze, all the courage she had mustered abandoning her. On the way she’d been so determined, now just
Rafe stared at the closed door, his mind numb from the image of Miss McKenna walking away. Now he got where the saying ‘I love watching you walk away’ was coined from. The black pants she wore, though loose, were fitted from her waist to the mid of the curve of her hips. Her long sleeved white shirt, though fitting, was sadly loose around her bust. It was the two open top buttons that gave a hint of what lay underneath. She was dressed professionally, not provocative or revealing, but that was the thing. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He’d had naked women throw themselves at him but none had turned him on like she just did. If she only knew that was what men like him found seductive.But then again, if he were to imagine her naked, it wouldn’t be hard to fill in the blanks. The memory of her unexpected visit was still stuck in his mind. Those blue jeans shorts that reached the mid of her thigh in freys, her long dark legs exposed to the ankle. T
Talia stretched as she rose out of her chair. It had been a long day of dodging Mr. Perez, checking on DeLuca—including making sure he ate like a good assistant would—and doing her own work, the stuff she had been officially employed to do. She’d been forced to work overtime to finish the tasks under her job description, but it was just as well. The suits didn’t want DeLuca being left alone in the office at day’s end, which was made very clear by the short text ‘you leave when he leaves’ she had received at four in the afternoon. They must have found out about the boxes of records he was currently pouring through.Talia chuckled cheekily, imagining them running around like headless chickens, panicking about what DeLuca might find.She dropped her hands to her hips, her head tilting to the side. What was it they didn’t want him to find?“Miss McKenna.”Talia jumped, startled, crying out with a cur