An Italian's Virgin Escort Series novel Chapter 3

Sienna Point of View

After telling what I wanted to, I tilted my head up slowly to look at him and by god's almighty grace, what I saw make me gasp. The person who stood before me was no human. He was a gigantic-Greek God-model for sun kissed rough skin.

He looks absolutely an alien for all ugly human races. He looks beyond vocabulary-ly handsome.

I looked at the deep sea blue eyes which somehow reminds me of the owner of the car to whom I blabbered about natural resources and its importance.

The way his eyes are showering me with fire balls, seems like I made a person mad for twice today.

And now here I am, doing the same job of giving him the free knowledge about smoking.

I gulped audibly when he looked dead into my eyes like he is planning hundred and one ways to kill me. Mr. Greek God started stalking towards me in dangerously slow steps.

He smirked at me evilly and was so close to me that there is not even an inch of space between us. Yet he is not touching me anywhere. His eyes held arrogance, rage, disgust and a little tiny-winy bit of interest. He then puffed out smoke on my face and left the elevator when we reached sixtieth floor.

I coughed a lot and before I get myself into another encounter with him, I went to my floor to wait for the CEO.

Hope he did not arrive yet.

Leonardo Point of View

That little girl clearly knows to get on someone's nerves. She thinks that she can teach me. Me! I am Leonardo Bianchi for goodness sake. I am the Bianchi and I don't take some roadside beggar's little piece of advices.

'And yet you threw the cigarette after you exited the elevator?' My conscious mocked me and dio mio it can never be on same side as its owner.

I went to my cabin and asked the team-head Mr. Davis to prepare for meeting quickly. I called my temporary secretary and asked her to find why that little girl is doing here in a company rather than playing 'tree-tree' in school.

Just in five minutes, my secretary told me about her.

Ah! So her name is Sienna Miller! She's 20 and doing internship here from seven months. She got scholarship and topped her school and university.

And it did work because she's so petite that the large wooden table did cover her completely making me wonder if she's there or not.

"Ms. Miller?" I called loudly and made sure my tone is as cold as it ever can and saw her froze in her seat hearing me call her.

Due to the sudden call from me, her body jerked and she lifted her left hand up and replied with an "yes sir" like she is giving her attendance in school.

I looked at her coldly "why am I paying you Ms. Miller?"

She looked at me confused yet scared.

"I'm paying you to work Ms. Miller. Not to dream about you private night-life with your flings. Now that I have you esteem attention. I know you can only dirt to the well-established plan but still Please do us a favor and do the work I am paying for"

"I-This―it is―" She started stuttering but I cut her with my order.

"Now speak!" I bellowed.