“She was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You really liked her.”

I am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat on her desk to keep from reaching for her.

I respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of complete and utter pleasure, is all I want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I want are the hours.”

Her eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of them at her neck, in her ears, between her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me of where I am, and who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for making me forget.

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Alexa

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Holy shit. I squirm in my chair as I watch Leo stalk back into his office. My body is still in a very painful state of heightened desire. I snatch the ringing phone, wanting to kill the person on the line for interrupting. “What?”

“Alexa?” Natalie sounds stunned.

Shit, did I really just answer the phone like that? “What?”

Leo’s back, he punches the button for the elevator before turning to me. “I am meeting Dmitri Markhoff for lunch. Finish the notes from the meetings and make the donation of the three hundred thousand as promised. You look awful, once you have completed those tasks go home and get some sleep.”