THE DON'S OBSESSION

the elegant office, I couldn

nd her immaculate make-up, she could have passed for forty easily. She was wearing a colorful satin dress

s to amused as a smile played on her lips. I gave her my most charming smile before my eyes flickered over to

is arms stretched out along the back. He regarded me as if I was on auction as his dark eyes slowly raked ov

held out her hand in the direction of the glass chair a few meters in fr

Get a grip. Stop reacting to him. Dragging my gaze back to the blonde woman in front of me, I decided I would so

woman, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She was almost youthful, but she also had an underlying sadness

ed by and no one spoke. Were they waiting for me

sti

aned forward on her desk and placed a pair of cat-eye glasse

proval before she continued. "It says here that you studied at Plymouth Uni

er. "Family circumstances. I hope to finish my degree soon, but I though

dded, looking over th

till felt sick talking about it. I knew they would have questions about why there was a two-year gap from when I left school until I atte

. "So why should I employ you to take care of my chil

ve children. I may not have a degree in teaching yet, but I am practically at the end of my course and was the highest in my clas

a real childhood full of happy memories and great experiences. I know I could provide that, and I

rew her pen down on the desk, causing me to jump. "

t and my eyes darted over to him. Sitting there

f arrogant bad

ting her gaze. He said something quickly in Italian to her and I squeezed my thighs together aft

are sexy. There was nothing special abo

a wave of her hand. "Tell me, Ariann

erview was this? Antonio looked just as outraged as he sat up and glared at his mothe

answer was no. But something about the way she was loo

ed carefully. A little glimmer of amusement flashed across her eyes, and

nestly," she encouraged with a smile. His eyes moved to mine and his expression

nd drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also everything I hated in

o the core. And no one should be

n. The man snorted and shook his head, his black-olive eyes challenging mine. I squinted my eyes with a deep scowl. He thinks I a

met his

ir and pulling my attention back. "OK, one more thing, Arianna. You say

d over my words as I tried to explain, "I'm sorry. My Italian is not great, and I mus

y, Ms Rivas.. I enjoyed this interview far more than I normally do. My children would

s was over, and I could get the hell out

er through me. No matter how much money these people had or how good-looking they were, they

possessed his devilish features before he frowned deeply at his mother's raucous laughter. I opened the