Her Italian Billionaire Boss

Talia McKenna stood on the airport tarmac next to the driver, her arms wrapped tightly around her shivering body. Her mouth opened with a long loud yawn. She couldn’t smother that one, unlike the hundred others that came before, she’d been able to hold in. Who would arrive in the dead of the early morning night and expect a greeting party? A DeLuca of course. And not just any DeLuca, the DeLuca.Talia was still having a hard time believing that she’d been appointed as a glorified tour guide to Rafael DeLuca II. Nobody called him junior and, from what she’d heard, it was akin to calling a shark cute and cuddly. Unlike his father, Rafael DeLuca Senior, who was cold and ruthless and with questionable business ethics, baby shark here was on the up and up and sadly for everyone else, not easy to read nor predict.He had come out of nowhere, surpassing his father in a blink of an eye and with a company that had been long declared and widely considered dead for almost a decade. A blow to Sen

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.

“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

 “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

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