Chapter 4- Rez

Viola Giovanni. 

Accountant, pessimist, cynic, realist, pacifist, unmarried and single. Perfect. Because if I have to deal with any competition in my own way, then she will end up in therapy, and that is hardly the kind of first impression I want to leave on her... Well, past the unfortunate events of last night. 

She shouldn't have had to witness that. But if she hadn't, then I wouldn't have seen her. Fate is twisted, yes, and so am I. Viola has no idea what a hell of a ride she's in for. 

I watch her now, as she leaves the main lobby of Bionix Resources, a tech firm that up until last night, I didn't know existed. She is walking with another woman, presumably a colleague, but their easy relationship shows that on top of that, they might be friends too. 

They're talking animatedly, carrier bags slung over their shoulders as they head for the parking lot. My car is sitting there, in a vantage position that allows me to watch them easily, and that's what I do as the sun slowly sets behind me and the evening breeze takes over. I notice that my latest fixation looks even more stunning in the daylight. 

As she walks, that shoulder-length, business-woman bob of hers is pretty against her clear, spotless skin, bouncing with more volume than I have ever seen on a woman before. Today, she's wearing a peach blouse, tucked primly into a black office skirt, and as I stare down the hemline, my mouth runs dry. 

Fuck.

Silky-smooth thighs for miles and long, long legs- while beautiful buried in nude, peep-toe heels, will look even more gorgeous with their ankles knotted behind my neck, as I send her places she will never be able to speak of. And her voice? It's been ingrained in my consciousness since last night when I first heard her use it. I want to make her scream like that again, as she climaxes over me just before I flip her to lie on her back to make her release under me too. 

In fact, there is so much I want to do with her, yet the more rational part of me knows that I need to guarantee that she will keep her mouth shut after what she saw last night. Anyone else in her position would have been gunned down at once, but Viola is my problem now, not my family's. I get to decide what happens to her. It doesn't matter what standard procedure would have been.  

And as I watch her drift by my car, bounding down the gravel floors on those, by God, sexy stilettos, oblivious to my sustained gaze just beyond the tinted glass, I know within myself that nothing will stop me from making her mine. Not even her. 

She's standing by a parked sedan now, discussing with her friend. Obviously, the car is not hers because if she'd had a working vehicle, she wouldn't have been out on foot, so late last night, so I know she must be planning on carpooling.

And while I can perfectly see her from behind my glass, all the way across the lot, I have to know what she's saying; I need to hear her voice one more time. 

"I want audio around her location," I announce, and immediately, one of the men seated in front leaves and heads in the women's direction. He walks by them, raising very little suspicion as he discreetly drops a compact, listening bug, and soon, I'm hearing Viola's voice in the connected earpiece I have on. It's as silky smooth as when I first heard it, but now that she's saying things, the tone is deeper, richer- the kind that could leave any man drooling at her feet, begging to hear it moan for him. 

'I'm not coming. It doesn't matter if ninety percent of the staff will be there,' she says. 'I don't even like our colleagues. I swear, if I have to endure one more of those meet-and-greet sessions I'm going to go crazy.'

'Come on now, Vi. It's the perfect opportunity to lay off and take your mind off things. And you can put yourself out there again. You've been single for far too long, and I know lots of our male colleagues are just dying to get your attention.'

Viola is not the only one who has a problem with that even though our reasons are quite different. 'I hate workplace romance. We're going to break up sooner or later and then we'll still have to see each other everyday.'

'Then at this rate, you're never going to get laid,' her friend says. 'You work nine-to-six, Monday to Friday, and you don't go out on weekends. How exactly are you going to find men outside of work?'

'That's really not my fault.'

'Well, we're fixing it tonight. You and I are crashing into a club, getting senselessly drunk and you're getting laid."

Not on my fucking watch. 

Any man that touches Viola will die a slow and painful death. I cannot emphasize this enough. 

'Dyna… that sounds reckless, even for me.'

'I'll pick you up at eight. Get in the car.'

As soon as they drive out of the lot, I place a call to my Underboss. "I want Viola Giovanni's house bugged. Also, deploy some men to monitor her for me. I want to know everything- where she goes, who she meets, who visits her- and I don't want her off our radar at any point in time."