Chapter Nine

“Mr. Varallo,” I began slowly. “Our relationship is suppose to be strictly professional.” I protest pushing his body away from mine that just seemed to make him want to come closer.

“I'm your boss, right?” He asks, bringing his lips closer to mine. 

I nod my head only because I am afraid a squeak may exit my mouth

“Then I order you to go on your knees and suck.” He smirks. 

“I- , I can't do that Mr. Varallo. Suspend my duties. Take out my salary. Do anything else. I just can't do that.” I beg. 

“You really want to come into my office, snoop around, get caught and go punishment free?”

I sigh and look into his eyes for a brief second. All I could see was lust and desire. I really don't want to end up like Claire and I don't want to be Mr. Varallo's temporary slut. I rest my hands on his body and dragged them down with myself. 

Before I could reach the ground the door is swung open and I immediately jump back up and pull down my skirt. 

“Ciao, cugino!” Someone bellows from behind us. (Italian Translation: Hi, cousin)

I look past him to see a girl with bleached blonde hair and sunglasses hiding half of her face. 

“Cos'e, Aurora?” He asks annoyed turning to face her. (Italian Translation: What is it Aurora)

“Am I interrupting anything?” She asks with a hand on her hips. “Vincenzo, is this your new slut? What about those twins you have been screwing with?” She questions. 

This is exactly why I did not want to get too close to him. He has other girls, I am no special. 

“What are their names? Maddison and Elena?” She giggles a little before she continues. “I personally didn't like them and they were not even that pretty but you,” she walks towards me and grabs my face as she begins staring at my feature. I find this sort of awkward. “Sei un capolavoro.” She proclaims. (Italian Translation: You are a masterpiece.)

“Arabella is my new personal assistant. Arabella, this is my cousin, Aurora.” He introduces. 

“Nice to meet you.” I say trying to get my face back. 

“Oh, sorry Arabella.” 

“Aren't you supposed to be in Los Angeles?” He asks, pushing her out of his office and leaving me there. 

From the conversation, I understood Mr. Varallo's female employees are not actually female employees. They are easy ways for him to get a hook up which explains why he won't stop giving me attention. I wonder what happens to them afterwards. He probably just uses them for the mean time. 

I'm going to make it my mission to be the best person assistant Mr Varallo can have so he won't just see me for my looks. He will actually appreciate me. 

He comes back in with an annoyed look on his face. 

“Apologies for my cousin.” He sighs, loosening his tie. 

“How did she even come in?” I ask, surprised. “I remember you locking the door.” I recall. 

He shrugs. ”Arabella, there's something I need to ask you.” He begins. 

“Listen, Mr. Varallo. I find you attractive and everything but I do not believe I can push myself to have a relationship with you; especially since you only hire women to have sex with them. I want a professional relationship and a professional relationship only.” I explain in a serious tone, attempting to sound firm. 

He beings to break into a fit of laughter while running a hand through his hair. “Who told you I hire women to have sex with them?” He questions still laughing as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. 

“I-,” I stammer. I was almost confused. I look up and saw him staring at him in amazement. “I just thought you did because of what your cousin said.” 

“She does not know what she's talking about most of the time, Tesoro.” He smirks before he continues smoothly. (Italian Translation: Sweetheart) “And I wanted to ask if you want to come with me. To my cousin's 'party' where she is launching her new line of outfits, next week.” 

“Your cousin is a fashion designer?” I ask, a bit taken aback. Not that it was quite shocking I mean her outfits did make a statement. 

He nods waiting for my response. 

“Sure I don't mind, well as long as you don't mind.”

“She asked me to invite you for her and I told her I didn't care.”

“Okay.” I smile.