Chapter 30
Vitale stood up, unhurriedly straightening his suit pants, his voice unfamiliar: "Get up, my assistant. Since you want to keep your distance, I'll grant you that."
He pointed at his loosened tie: "Now, fulfill your first duty."
Isabella slowly stood up, supporting herself against the cold wall, her torn blouse barely hanging on her shoulders.
She trembled as she put on her bra, her legs so weak they could barely support her body.
Every step brought embarrassing soreness, reminding her of everything that had just happened in this office, and she couldn't control her heartbeat.
Damn it, she shouldn't have come in. She should have just turned around and left.
But her body was too out of control.
"Yes, Mr. Luca." Isabella reached out to tie Vitale's tie, her fingertips unavoidably touching his Adam's apple.
Feeling his muscles instantly tense up, she asked softly: "Do you have a change of clothes? I'd like to borrow one of your shirts."
"No." He refused flatly.
Isabella looked up in shock, tears welling up in her blue eyes: "My God, why?"
"Why should I let you wear my clothes?" Vitale leaned in close, his breath brushing against her bare shoulder and neck, "You're not my woman."
This deliberate humiliation made Isabella bite her lip.
She suddenly changed position, straddling his lap, feeling his instantly awakened desire pressing against her most sensitive spot.
This bold move made them both gasp.
"Mr. Luca, I'm your assistant." She continued tying his tie with forced composure, "You wouldn't want your assistant walking out like this and being stared at by everyone in the company, would you? This concerns your reputation."
Vitale sneered: "In this building, no one dares question my decisions. What does it have to do with me if you walk out dressed like that? Weren't you the one who wanted to keep your distance?"
"You're right." Isabella neatly finished the tie knot and made to get up, "Then I'll go out now. I'm thick-skinned anyway, and God will protect me."
"Stop." Vitale pulled her back into his arms, his arm fiercely wrapping around her waist, "Threatening me with God?"
Isabella snorted coldly, pushing him away forcefully, standing before him with her arms crossed: "Mr. Luca, you tore my clothes like this, shouldn't you take responsibility? God won't forgive such treatment of a lady."
She straightened her spine, though this movement made the torn fabric slip down even more: "You don't know my temper and capabilities yet. Now, what are you going to do?"
Vitale pointed at his tie and sneered: "Shouldn't you do your job properly before losing your temper with me?"
Isabella's fingertips had just touched the silk tie when Vitale's warm palm covered hers.
He guided her hand, loosely wrapping the tie around his neck, dark currents surging in his gray-blue eyes.
"Are you done fixing it?" Isabella asked softly.
Vitale chuckled lowly, his hands supporting her waist as he easily lifted her onto the mahogany desk.
Documents scattered across the floor, but he didn't care, only wedging himself between her knees.
"Not yet." Vitale said hoarsely, his fingertips slowly moving up along her calf, pushing her skirt up to the root of her thighs.
Isabella leaned back with light gasps, her hands supporting herself on the desk surface.
His kiss fell on her ear, carrying the lingering scent of cigars and whiskey.
"Let me release once more," his burning lips brushed against her sensitive earlobe, "and I'll consider keeping my distance from you."
"Do you know how I've spent every day since you left?"
"Tell me."
"With cold showers," his breathing became rapid, "and memories."
Isabella hadn't expected Vitale to be so obsessed with her. She softened a bit and said: "Then you can't go inside, and you can't finish inside. I can help you, what do you want to do?"
She was deliberately making things difficult for Vitale, because no man could do it without going inside.
Vitale suddenly lifted her from the desk, and amid her startled gasps, he lifted her right leg onto his shoulder.
This position made her almost unable to stand steady, only able to grip the desk edge tightly.
"You said I can't go inside," his kiss fell on her inner thigh, "but you didn't say I can't do this."
He bent down, his tongue precisely finding that moist vagina.
Isabella gasped in surprise, her nails digging deep into the wooden desktop.
He alternated between gentle sucking and forceful licking, each movement making her tremble.
Vitale sat back in the armchair, his gaze locked on her aroused appearance, his right hand slowly and steadily pleasuring his penis.
This scene was more blush-inducing than any direct possession.
He sat there fully dressed, while she stood there disheveled, one leg still on his shoulder, completely exposed to his burning gaze.
"Vitale," Isabella whimpered, feeling like she was about to melt under his lips and tongue.
He intensified the sucking, while his hand movements became faster and faster.
Isabella could no longer hold on, her waist trembling violently as she reached climax on his lips.
Almost at the same moment, Vitale also groaned and released himself.
Only their intertwined breathing remained in the office.
Vitale gently lowered her leg and pulled her into his arms.
"Now," his fingertips brushed across her flushed cheek, "do you still want to keep your distance from me?"
Isabella buried her burning face in his shoulder, not answering.
Some answers didn't need to be spoken aloud.
Vitale gazed deeply at Isabella for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked into the rest room, taking out a brand new white shirt and tossing it to her: "Put it on, unless you want me to do it again in the office."
He watched her fumble to put on the shirt, then suddenly spoke: "Hiring you wasn't my intention. But among all the applicants, only you met the requirements."
He walked closer step by step: "Aria and Amira's family backgrounds are too complicated, and my family is also very complicated. I just want you to experience it."
Isabella froze for a moment, forgetting to button up.
When Vitale's fingers deftly buttoned her shirt, Isabella held her breath.
However, when buttoning the third button, his fingertip suddenly slipped inside the shirt, precisely capturing her sensitive peak.
Isabella couldn't help but moan.
"See," Vitale's voice carried a seductive magnetism, "I don't want to touch them, but I crave touching you."
"You can't do this." Isabella tried to step back, but he pulled her close by the waist.
"I don't want to either!" Vitale suddenly raised his voice, emotions she couldn't understand surging in his eyes, "But seeing you is like a person who's been thirsty in the desert for three days seeing a spring. You're my water, I must drink you every day."
He leaned down and whispered in Isabella's ear, each word like poisoned honey: "If you refuse this job, I can't guarantee what will happen to your friends and family."
Feeling her tremble, Vitale added with a light laugh: "Maybe I'll sell them to the red-light district, maybe something worse, depending on my mood."
"You damn bastard!" Isabella slapped his hand away forcefully, anger making her forget her fear.
She grabbed Vitale's tie and pulled him close, almost roaring: "You think threats work on me?"
Vitale smiled instead of getting angry, his fingertips gently stroking Isabella's face, flushed with anger: "Very effective, because you're a person who values relationships, my dear assistant."