He is Michele Morrone He is an Italian Mafia Boss came to Dubai for his underworld meet with other gangs. He is the most powerful and dangerous Mafia Boss in the world, now he is in one of the best hotel in Dubai for meeting.
He was sitting in his hotel room, going through some files when a knock on the door interrupted him. He called out.
Come in.
Angelina walked into the room, carrying a stack of documents. She was dressed in a professional yet sexy black skirt suit that hugged her curves perfectly. Michele's eyes automatically traveled over her body, taking in every inch of her.
She placed the stack of documents on the table in front of him, unaware of the fact that Michele was more focused on her than the paperwork.
He leaned back in his chair and watched her as she moved around the room, straightening up the clutter on his desk.
She bent down to pick up a fallen notebook, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her slender thighs. Michele's mouth watered at the sight, and he had to force himself to look away before he did something he would regret.
Angelina was a young, hard-working 20-year-old woman, who was completely unaware of Michele's true identity. To her, he was nothing more than a successful business man, who had offered her a job as his secretary. She had taken the job, grateful for the opportunity, and had been working diligently for him ever since.
As she went about her duties, she had no idea of the dark secrets that lay behind the man she worked for. But despite her ignorance, Michele was becoming increasingly drawn to her. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, but there was something about Angelina that was different. She was innocent, pure...and he wanted her.
He found himself watching her every move, his eyes drawn to the way her body moved beneath her sensible work clothes. He longed to touch her, to taste her, to claim her as his own. But he knew he couldn't. She was off-limits, at least for now.
Angelina was completely oblivious to his growing desire, going about her work with efficiency and professionalism. She had no idea that the man she worked for was a dangerous criminal, and that the attraction he felt for her was completely inappropriate.
As she picked up the fallen notebook, she looked up and caught him staring at her. She quickly averted her gaze and cleared her throat before speaking.
"Excuse me, sir. Could you please sign these papers?"
Her voice was steady and business like, completely lacking any hint of the desire and attraction that he felt towards her.
He took the papers from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment. It was an innocent touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him, reminding him of how badly he wanted her.
"Of course," he said, his voice ragged. "But I need your help with something first."
Angelina raised an eyebrow curiosity taking over her.
"What do you need help with, sir?"
He gestured for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment, before walking towards him. As she got closer, he could smell the faint scent of her perfume, making him want her even more.
"I need you to bend down and get pen from the bottom drawer of my desk."
She gave him a quizzical look but did as she was told, bending down to open the drawer.
" i didn't find it sir?"
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her body as she knelt in front of him, the material of her skirt riding up, exposing more of her slender thighs.
"Just keep looking, you'll find it," he said, his voice huskier than usual.
Angelina reached into the drawer, her hand searching for whatever he had asked her to find. Her heart raced, unsure of what was happening, why he was behaving so weirdly.
She tried to ignore the intensity of his gaze and continued to rummage through the drawer.
He leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on the curves of her body, his hands clenching into fists as he resisted the urge to reach out and touch her.
"Take your time," he said, his voice rough. "I want you to be thorough."
Angelina could feel the tension in the room growing, but she pushed it aside and continued searching the drawer. Finally, she found what he had asked for and stood up, holding it out for him.
"Is this what you wanted, sir?"
He took the pen from her, his fingers brushing against hers again, the spark that passed between them making him ache with desire. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with need.
"Close the door."
Angelina looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was happening.
"Why...why do you want me to close the door, sir?"
He leaned closer, his gaze locking with hers, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.
"Because I want us to be alone. I have something I need to discuss with you, in private."
She looked at him quizzically, her innocent gaze fluttering over his face. Her naivete was both frustrating and endearing to him.
"Is it about business, sir?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, yet tinged with a hint of nervousness, making him want to crush her to him and devour her right then and there.
"No, sweetheart, it's not about business," he said, his voice rough with desire. He leaned back in his chair, watching her closely. "It's about something much more personal."
Angelina's heart began to race as she took in his words. She could tell from the way he was looking at her that whatever he needed to talk about was not work-related. She chewed on her lower lip, unsure of what to say or do next.
Michele's gaze darkened as he saw her biting her lip, it was a small gesture but it was enough to send a jolt of desire through him. His voice thickened with need as he spoke.
"Angelina, close the door. Now."