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I take a few more spoonfuls and as I go back for my fifth one, I turn slightly and notice that Dante is watching me.

More specifically my mouth, which is currently wrapped around the spoon that was in his mouth not even five minutes ago.

A blush creeps up my cheeks when I realize it and I embarrassingly put the spoon back in the container before setting it on the counter.

“Well, that satisfied my sugar craving.” I say, not looking up at him. “I’m going to head back to my room and finish unpacking.”

I scurry away from him and I’m almost halfway through the kitchen entrance when Dante stops me.

“Good night, Arianna.” he says, and when I turn, I see his eyes filled with sincerity.

I get lost in his gaze for a second before I respond. “Good night, Dante.”

Not Mr. Rosetti, like I've said every day for the last three weeks, but Dante.

Without another word, I leave the kitchen, leave my boss behind, and head back upstairs.

Once I’m behind the closed door, I let out the breath I was holding.

Tomorrow, I have to not only clear my head about the Rosetti children, but also their father.

Because one conversation at two in the morning and I’m feeling the way I felt after my disastrous interview.

Powerful.

Power with the way he looked at me. Power with the way he talked to me so freely and without anger or irritation.

And just like after the interview, I like it.

I like it so much that I want to experience it every chance I get.

I want to experience everything that Dante Rosetti has to give and that right there is the most dangerous thing I could ever want.

More dangerous than wanting the man dead.

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The hot water hits my bare back, not doing anything to relieve the tight knots that line my shoulders.

Knots that are there because of I got a call from a detective. A detective that wanted to talk about my whereabouts the day Joseph Vitale died.

Knots that are there because I’m severely thinking about taking my daughter to see a therapist to help her to find her voice again.

Knots because I can’t stop thinking about the fucking nanny and wanting to feel her pout around my swollen cock.

The latter gives me the biggest knot of all and it’s not just in my shoulders.

Here’s the thing about Arianna Vitale, I found her attractive the first time she walked into my office. There is no denying that. Even in her shapeless dress, I wanted to explore every one of her curves.

And when her tits were on display, I wanted to mark them as mine.

She has this pull to me that even having Honor blow me after that interview, was not enough for me to put the urge for her to bed.

Then she started working for me, and the urge continued to grow, so I put as much distance between the two of us as I could.

I didn’t look in her direction.

I didn’t speak to her directly.