Luigi's

Antonia Leighton

Logan East, the mighty CEO, was a freaking slave driver. Her fingers ached from typing all morning and her stomach rumbled because she missed her break.

After their talk, he had left her to her own devices while he answered phone calls and signed documents piled on his desk during his absence.

She had an hour with Frederick, his secretary, where he pointed out some of the things her boss needed first thing in the morning. Like his coffee had to be decaf with a splash of bourbon. It should be steaming hot and should be kept coming until before lunch break. No cream. No sugar.

Only business calls should be answered. She was the only one allowed inside his office other than Frederick if called. From now on, one of her duties was to accompany him anywhere, be it business lunches, galas, charity events, and special occasions, and parties. She was about to protest but Logan's long-time secretary informed her flatly that it was her role.

Now, it's almost lunchtime and she was really hungry. She was wondering where to buy his food. Should she ask? Turning off her laptop, she bit her lips thoughtfully while she glanced at him beneath her lashes.

This time she took her time in assessing him. Truly looked at him.

He was simply stunning. Like every day was an Armani runway show, impeccably decked out in a dark blue suit molded to his lean frame, his defined muscles on subtle display, dress shirt a pale aqua, his expensive tie silver, completed his sex on a stick ensemble. And talk about his beautiful face. Like a fallen angel. Lush Byronic dark hair with dark brown eyes and long thick eyelashes, straight Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, and jaw and his lips, damn, deep red and plump at the bottom. Made for kissing.

Sensing her gaze, he glanced up. She immediately looked away, afraid he had caught her dreamily eye-fucking him, more like studying him like a creep. Shit! No staring at the almighty CEO, remember?

When he didn't say anything and went back to his task, she released a nervous breath. That was close.

Her appetite was back. They had to eat. Pondering if she should disturb him, she gnawed her cheek.

What the hell! It's not like he had not been furious with her before.

Approaching his desk, she cleared her throat.

"Yes, Antonia?" He murmured without looking up while he signed a document.

"It's lunch break. Can I get you anything?" She asked tentatively.

"Are you going out?" He looked up. His eyes roamed her form, from her black pumps to her tamed red hair in a neat bun.

"Yes. I usually have lunch with the guys." She shuffled on her feet. Why the hell was she always jittery in his presence? More so now, because he scowled.

"Not anymore. You are coming with me." His low deep voice brook no argument.

Her brows furrowed. "At Luigi's?"

"Yes. I love Italian. Come on." He left whatever he was about to sign, straightened his suit, buttoned it, then held out his hand. Damn! He was tall yet graceful.

"Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't mind getting you anything." Surely, he had better things to do than accompany her to lunch.

"Of course. Now let's go. I'm hungry." Not waiting for her response, he clasped her hand in his warm gasped. As before, she felt the sparks as their skin touched and she shivered. Feeling shy all of a sudden, she blushed.

His hand left hers and went to her waist instead, tucking her to his larger frame while they left his executive floor, rode the elevator, and exited his building. Her friends, also at lunch break crowding the lobby, gave them a knowing smile, other than that they kept quiet.

A matte black Audi was waiting at the curb and Mr. East escorted her to the passenger seat, waited until she was seated comfortably, secured her seatbelt for her then shut the door with a soft thud. She was looking at him wide-eyed when he occupied the driver's seat. Was she dreaming?

Fidgeting, she glanced ahead. Then she jerked when he reached for her hand and placed it on his thigh, their fingers intertwined while he drove with one hand.

"What is this, Mr. East?" She blurted out and glanced at his profile. Again, he gifted her with his signature half-smirk.

"What, Antonia?" He murmured. Relaxed with no care in the world and his gaze on the road.

"This. Why do you keep touching me?" His actions were bugging her all morning. It was so natural for him like he had been doing it all his life and the most confusing thing was she let him. No man had been so familiar with her. Not even her gang at the office. Come to think of it, not one had held her hand or her waist.

Logan kept quiet. He seemed deep in thoughts. Then he brought her trembling hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, running his lips on her skin. She gasped, she couldn't suppress her immediate reaction if she tried. Goosebumps appeared on every inch of her skin and she shuddered in arousal. "Do you feel that, love?"

She couldn't answer. The sparks and tingles increased until her body came alive and she tried to clenched her tights to assuage the sudden ache in her pussy. To her horror, she felt wetness ruined her underwear.

He groaned feelingly and inhaled deeply. "I want more of that, Antonia. I have hungered for so long."

He is not talking about food, right? Or, is he?

For a former strip dancer, she could be naive at times, though maybe this time around she had him figure out. That was sexual innuendo, right?

But the biggest question was, was she going to pick the gauntlet and dare him to seduce her?

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She had no words for him after that. Her legs were wobbly when he guided her to the restaurant.

One muscular arm around her waist, he looked down at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded to let him know she would allow him to hold her.

A beautiful blond hostess met them at the entrance and smile broadly at the man beside her completely oblivious to the fact Antonia was tucked possessively to his side, she rolled her eyes. So cliché.

"Welcome to Luigi's." Uttered in an attempt of a seductive voice. Batted her eyelashes, licked her lips, and puffed out her C-cups, the whole nine yards. Oh, please.

"For two. At the back." He murmured. Well, too bad. The boss didn't give a damn about the lady's antics. Antonia was relieved somewhat.

They followed the hostess to a booth situated near the relaxing lanai of the restaurant. Logan pulled a chair for her, made sure she was comfortable, and instead of occupying the seat opposite hers, he dragged it and sat close beside her. His arm on the back of her chair, his body covering hers from view. Like he couldn't resist anymore, his face nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. "Mr. East."

"Logan. That's my name." He uttered huskily while he continued to savor her scent making her glad she took baths two times a day.

"People are watching. Please, Logan." Her small hand cupped his nape, he sucked in a sharp breath from her simple touch.

"I'm hungry." His lips and warm breath touched her sensitive skin and she bit back a moan.

"I know. You kept saying that. I am, too. I only had a light breakfast." She whispered, suddenly so breathless from his action.

Hearing her words, he sighed deeply and lift his face from her shoulder. "What do you want, love?"

A waiter was hovering nearby, looking everywhere but at them. She smiled at the teenage kid and nodded.

"I will have an Alfredo and parmesan chicken plus a tall glass of iced tea. And a slice of blueberry cheesecake, please." Her stomach rumbled. She grimaced.

Logan was assessing her with a frown. "I'll have a T-bone steak, medium rare, herb mash potatoes, a double cheeseburger, and a sausage platter. Tell Luigi, East is here. And a glass of port." Their waiter bobbed his head and hurriedly left them for the kitchen.

"Wow, you have a big appetite." She said. Skeptical if he could finish all of his orders.

"Hmmm," he was busy buttering a piece of dinner roll then he offered it to her. "Open, love." She shuddered at his simple request but she complied.

She took a small bite then another. Until she finished the soft pillowy bread.

"Another?" He asked softly. His dark gaze on her glistening lips.

"No...um...I need some room for dessert later." She answered breathlessly. "But I need some clarifications."

He shrugged and nibbled on a roll. "Go on."

"You haven't answered my question earlier."

"Which one?" God. He was teasing her.

"You know which one, Logan." She wanted to stomp her foot in frustration. "What game are you playing?"

He finished his bread in two bites and chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and sipped his iced cold glass of water. "I am not playing a game. My intentions are genuine. I intend to court you and make you mine. And if I touch you a lot, I want you to get used to it before I take you to bed."

She sputtered on her water. Fuck! He patted her back soothingly. "Really, Logan?" She wanted transparency but she didn't think he would be that honest.

"Yes. I know what I want and I want you. I know you feel it too." He asked softly. A vulnerability in his voice.

"I...I do. But we are going too fast!" Scared was an understatement. "All this in one day? I prefer to be dated before bedded, Logan."

"Don't worry, love. We go at your pace. You lead, I will follow." He kissed her temple. Before she could answer their food arrived and all her attention diverted to the scrumptious feast before them.

To her surprise, it also became a seduction of sorts, he fed her and shared his food, making sure she liked everything he put in her mouth. When she complained she was too full for another bite, he hummed his approval and polished off their plates.

"I am impressed." Awed. She stared at him wide-eyed. Where did all the food go?

"I have a huge appetite." But his eyes again showed her he was not referring to food. She blushed and looked away. "So, we are dating?"

"Yes, Antonia." He paused. "And you are moving in with me today."

What?!

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