Luca (You Will Be Mine)(7)By: Jaimie Roberts
All the girls laughed and rose out of their seats to leave. “I’ll be out and about in a few hours. I just need to take care of some admin. If you have any problems, please let me know straight away.”
“Sure thing,” Belinda said.
“Oh, and another thing; we need to check that the alarms are still working in all of the bedrooms. Can we do a drill before the clients start arriving, please?”
Belinda smiled. “I’ll get right on it.”
“Thanks. Just give me a call before you do, so I’ll know it’s not a real emergency.”
“Yessum, boss.” Belinda winked, and they all left.
The alarms I had installed when we were setting this little venture up were crucial for the girls’ safety. There were two alarms; one was under the bed, and one was on the wall. If ever there was a girl in trouble, she would hit that alarm and either I or my trusty night guard, Trevor, came to their rescue. Thankfully, in my five years of working here, it had only happened four times, and one of them was because a client was having a heart attack.
Still, the girls knew what to do under those circumstances. Everyone acted like clients staying in a plush hotel and no one was any the wiser for it. Acting seemed to be one of the many attributes the girls had adopted.
Looking at my computer, I spent an hour gazing through the endless list of possibilities to replace Tammy. Once I got through the bulk, I settled on five girls and asked each one to come in for an interview as soon as they could. Three said they could make it this afternoon and the other two were unable until next week. With that said, I told the other two that I would be in touch and left it at that. This was a fast-paced world with fast-paced clients—looking for some fast action. When they wanted it, they got it, and I could never tell a client to wait. That was the worst thing to do. They would end up going elsewhere. Keeping both the clients and my girls happy was my main priority.
After a brief look at my takings in the last month, I slouched back in my chair with a contented sigh. The moment my concentration was available to think on others things, it immediately went to Luca. Beautiful, sexy, and dangerous Luca—with the most amazing brown eyes I had ever seen. Closing my eyes, I began to picture running my hands around his chest and down towards an area I was unacquainted with … yet.
Snapping my eyes open, I realised where I was and what it was I was thinking. It was almost as if I was planning my seduction in my head. Planning all the things I wanted to do to him. He was my enemy; he was not someone who could be trusted. He demanded money for services I did not and would not need.
Almost as if on cue, my phone rang, and breathing my name down the line was the one and only—the object of my thoughts.
“Clara, how nice it is to hear your voice. Have you thought anymore about my request?”
I sighed heavily down the line on purpose. I wanted him to know I was pissed. “If I told you what I thought you could do with your request, you wouldn’t be very happy.”
A raspy chuckle sang through the telephone line, making me shudder. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was meant to be one. Suffice it to say, however, that if you were a man, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
I arched my back at his comment. “Is that supposed to frighten me, Mr. Belatoni?”
“Of course not. Just making an observation.”
“Well, your observations are not welcome here. Neither are you.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
“I highly doubt that for a second.”
Oh great. He knew he had an effect on me.
I was highly charged on sexual energy and had been ever since he walked through my door at half-past-ten this morning.