SEVENTEEN.

I remain silent as I suddenly feel like I’ve lost all ability to speak

My eyes dart between each set of eyes looking back at me, and I swallow thickly.

Out of all the rooms in the villa, why did I have to end up here, in his office?

He stands up by the grace of God. Buttoning up his suit jacket and his eyes never leave mine.

“Clear the room!” He growls in a dark voice that sends a delicious line of chills down my spine.

“As you wish,” I sigh with a gust of relief exiting my body.

Quickly turning around, I yank the door open, ready to get the hell out of there.

“Not you, farfalla!” He roars, compelling me to stop dead in my tracks.

My limbs are being robbed of their strength, and I quickly find myself drowning in an endless sea of comprehension.

'Shit!' I curse under my breath, and ever so slowly, I turn back around to face him, moving out of the way so his men can exit the office.

The moment his men clear the office, he crosses the room, closing the distance between us like a hurr