orridor, and stopping at the door of one room, he nodded

asses. I almost laughed at his serious face. Why the hell was he wearing sunglasses

shortly," the older man replied, and I nodded, taking a clipboard from him with a pe

nquil vibe if it wasn't for the three or four butc

clear, glass chair which I instantly recognised as a famous designer but couldn't

realized the entire for

ring me completely, I didn't feel like I was meant to speak to them. They were doing something extremel

rmodel, high cheekbones and stern expression kind of way. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt and silk blous

s over-the-top sunflower dress because I thought it looked sweet

could tell me what the first q

was so far beneath her she could squash me with her stupid killer heels. She f

t you

smug smirk off her face, but ins

talian

e rudely, flicking back th

opriate for a night out, not an interview to work with children. Perhaps this was the norm in Italy? I couldn't deny that she was just as stunning as the ice queen o

read Italian. What does this say?" I asked he

my answers down in English. My frown deepened as I tried to recognize any of the Italian words in the second question. I couldn't keep asking the poor girl ne

around frantically for the pocket-sized book. God,

c search and all its embarrassing contents flew o

pstick, tampons, the half-eaten baguette I had for lunch, and... I paused as my hand reached for the black la

d them. Please don't be the old man who can't crack a smile. I slowly lifted my head to t

and broad shoulders in a tight-fitting black shirt. The sleeves were rolled up slightly, showcasing strong forearms, one cover

on. His handsome face was perfectly symmetrical, his strong jawline decorated

hat had me forget my name. They were burning into mine with intrigue and I felt my bo

the sight of him. Although, there was one thing about him that did not

my level on the floor and picked up my thong in his fingers. He tore his inten

th an Italian accent made my stomach flutter until I registered what he said. He winked a

chair. It was only then that I noticed how the other two women were practically foami

one hissed at me, giving me the

Did they believe I did that on purpose for his attention? I don't even

ying to change their minds? One thing was for sure. I hate arrogant assholes even if they are sex on legs. They could

iew with Mrs Rossi done and dusted and go home with my tail between my

ng to the door that that man had just walked through. I inhaled deeply, bef