My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills Page A
Authors: Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills
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kissing her, making love to her. It wasn't the wild times they'd shared together, but slow and passionate and tender, unlike anything he had experienced yet.
He woke rock hard, and he stroked himself to the point of orgasm. When he reached his climax, he whispered her name.
Oh, man, he was in trouble. If she was just another Olivia, he was screwed. Already he couldn't get enough of her.
Somehow, he had to learn if he could trust her with his money, with his name. Trust, in his eyes, was almost more important than love.
Almost.
When morning came, Lucca forced himself to go into the office. To his surprise, Mr. Valet showed up at his desk an hour later.
"Back to work, I see." Mr. Valet frowned.
Cindy, Lucca's secretary, hovered by the door. "I'm sorry, sir. He insisted he see you right away."
"It's fine." He waved her away and sat down behind his desk. "Are you here to tell me I can't work until after I marry?"
"Actually, yes. I can only assume your father thought that work might prove a distraction to your finding a woman to settle down with. If you'll just come with me…"
"Who is acting as the CEO?" Lucca demanded.
"The board is working together. That position is yours, Lucca, to have or to lose."
"It's not so simple." Lucca curled and uncurled his hands into fists, keeping them on his lap so the lawyer wouldn't see.
"It can be. Marriage is merely an agreement between two individuals—"
"Mr. Valet, my parents' marriage was more than 'merely an agreement.'"
At least the lawyer had the decency to look embarrassed. "Yes, well…"
"Mr. Valet, if you will excuse me, I have to take this call." Lucca lifted the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Lucca, you can't—"
"Yes. Very good," Lucca said to the dial tone. He covered the mouthpiece and said to the lawyer, "I'll leave once I finish this call. Cindy?"
His petite secretary came back. "Yes, sir?"
"Please escort Mr. Valet to his car."
"Of course, sir. Right away. After you."
Mr. Valet stared at Lucca, who rolled his chair around so his back was to the lawyer. When he pivoted back around three minutes later, Cindy and the lawyer were long gone.
Good. He didn't need to feel like his lawyer had replaced his father, hovering over his shoulder. Actually, in recent years, his father had trusted him more and more with the company. It hadn't been easy working for the man, and yet Lucca had flourished. This world, the corporate world, that he understood and excelled in. Lasting relationships and the dating world, that was a mystery to him.
A knock at his door had him glancing up. Cindy stood there, a clipboard in her hand. Father had selected her for him. His father knew about his many women, and he never gave his opinion on the matter to Lucca, but her hiring established an unspoken rule—Lucca was not to date, or screw, within the company.
Cindy was never anything but professional toward him, and Lucca had never thought of her as anything but his coworker.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Sir, I was wondering if I could have you sign off on these papers. The annual fundraiser is coming up in a month and—"
"That's right." He held out his hand and accepted the forms she freed from her clipboard. Humming to himself, he flipped through them. "Jackson and Jackson Catering isn't going to handle the food prep this time?"
"They… ah… they are taking a slight leave, sir."
"Why?" He frowned. Their service was the best, and G. Tech Incorporated only ever use the best. They worked in the computer industry and had segments set up in several countries. One way to ensure they remained on the top was through fundraising and demonstrations of their products. Staying ahead of the rest of the computer world meant having a very public face. Another reason Father wanted to force me to settle down, I'm sure.
"Ah…"
Lucca shifted his gaze from the paper to her. Cindy never had to be asked a question twice.
"There… there was a death in the family, sir," she finally managed.
He winced.
He woke rock hard, and he stroked himself to the point of orgasm. When he reached his climax, he whispered her name.
Oh, man, he was in trouble. If she was just another Olivia, he was screwed. Already he couldn't get enough of her.
Somehow, he had to learn if he could trust her with his money, with his name. Trust, in his eyes, was almost more important than love.
Almost.
When morning came, Lucca forced himself to go into the office. To his surprise, Mr. Valet showed up at his desk an hour later.
"Back to work, I see." Mr. Valet frowned.
Cindy, Lucca's secretary, hovered by the door. "I'm sorry, sir. He insisted he see you right away."
"It's fine." He waved her away and sat down behind his desk. "Are you here to tell me I can't work until after I marry?"
"Actually, yes. I can only assume your father thought that work might prove a distraction to your finding a woman to settle down with. If you'll just come with me…"
"Who is acting as the CEO?" Lucca demanded.
"The board is working together. That position is yours, Lucca, to have or to lose."
"It's not so simple." Lucca curled and uncurled his hands into fists, keeping them on his lap so the lawyer wouldn't see.
"It can be. Marriage is merely an agreement between two individuals—"
"Mr. Valet, my parents' marriage was more than 'merely an agreement.'"
At least the lawyer had the decency to look embarrassed. "Yes, well…"
"Mr. Valet, if you will excuse me, I have to take this call." Lucca lifted the receiver and held it to his ear.
"Lucca, you can't—"
"Yes. Very good," Lucca said to the dial tone. He covered the mouthpiece and said to the lawyer, "I'll leave once I finish this call. Cindy?"
His petite secretary came back. "Yes, sir?"
"Please escort Mr. Valet to his car."
"Of course, sir. Right away. After you."
Mr. Valet stared at Lucca, who rolled his chair around so his back was to the lawyer. When he pivoted back around three minutes later, Cindy and the lawyer were long gone.
Good. He didn't need to feel like his lawyer had replaced his father, hovering over his shoulder. Actually, in recent years, his father had trusted him more and more with the company. It hadn't been easy working for the man, and yet Lucca had flourished. This world, the corporate world, that he understood and excelled in. Lasting relationships and the dating world, that was a mystery to him.
A knock at his door had him glancing up. Cindy stood there, a clipboard in her hand. Father had selected her for him. His father knew about his many women, and he never gave his opinion on the matter to Lucca, but her hiring established an unspoken rule—Lucca was not to date, or screw, within the company.
Cindy was never anything but professional toward him, and Lucca had never thought of her as anything but his coworker.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Sir, I was wondering if I could have you sign off on these papers. The annual fundraiser is coming up in a month and—"
"That's right." He held out his hand and accepted the forms she freed from her clipboard. Humming to himself, he flipped through them. "Jackson and Jackson Catering isn't going to handle the food prep this time?"
"They… ah… they are taking a slight leave, sir."
"Why?" He frowned. Their service was the best, and G. Tech Incorporated only ever use the best. They worked in the computer industry and had segments set up in several countries. One way to ensure they remained on the top was through fundraising and demonstrations of their products. Staying ahead of the rest of the computer world meant having a very public face. Another reason Father wanted to force me to settle down, I'm sure.
"Ah…"
Lucca shifted his gaze from the paper to her. Cindy never had to be asked a question twice.
"There… there was a death in the family, sir," she finally managed.
He winced.
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