He’s the yin to my yang. It’s what makes him a great second.
But I’m the boss, not Matteo. Which means even my worst ideas I can see through. No one can fire me. Sure, I have a board of directors who I have to deal with, but I’m not suggesting that this little tiger come and work for me professionally.
Though it’s not the worst idea.
Sleeping with her, burying my cock inside of her tightness, is the absolute worst idea.
And fuck it if I can’t keep a clear head.
Most women chase me. The fact that she seems immune to who I am, it’s sexy as hell.
Hell, she’s sexy. Just the way she carries herself and isn’t afraid to speak freely. That’s hot as sin.
I return my attention to Matteo. He can object all he wants. I always get my way.
“I have contract lawyers who can ensure everything will go smoothly.”
“Even so, to even make such a suggestion could be grounds for a lawsuit. The woman came into your office for an assistant position and then you suggested she become a surrogate. We’ve been using an agency. Don’t you think it’s best if we continue to do things as we have been?”
He can tell the agency to go fuck themselves. No one notified me that the surrogate had canceled our appointment. They should have reached out to me directly, not my second, Matteo. It was probably an oversight, but one that is a problem.
“I think I should ask her before dismissing the idea entirely,” I say, staring at Matteo.
I fail to hear the office door open.
Olivia steps out, her pale blue eyes wide and bright. She tucks a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. She’s beautiful.
Stunning.
I can imagine the perfect mix of our children. While I hope it’s a boy to carry on my legacy, I’d even be happy with a little girl who would resemble her.
She’s what I’ve been looking for.
While unconventional at best, I’ll give her a choice.
The decision is entirely up to her.
But I always get what I want.
“Thank you for lunch. I should head out,” Olivia says, glancing between myself and Matteo. Her shoulders are slumped. She’s trying to be invisible, but that’s not possible.
I could never forget a woman like her, and we’ve just met.
“Before you leave,” I say and rest my hand on her arm. I guide her back into my office and shut the door before Matteo can interrupt.
I’m sure he’s biting his tongue, wanting to scream how bad an idea this is. I’m no idiot. I never thought it was ideal, but sometimes things happen. Opportunities fall at your feet on your doorstep, and you have to take them.
I’m giving her that opportunity.
The chance of a lifetime.
“I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m sure you’re busy, and you’ve already been too kind,” Olivia says. She’s fumbling with her words.
There’s a nervousness to her exterior, which is sweet, endearing. In another life, we might have had a chance.
But I’m not that man, the sweet, wholesome husband.
I can’t be that man.