eyed each other with disgust. Wondering what would happen next, she felt her heart beating out of control. She didn’t need to wait long, because Leonardo soon emerged from his state of statue stillness. He simply exploded into movement, and in less than the blink of an eye, he threw Cherise over his shoulder and strode down the impressive hall to the front door. Her vocabulary of four-letter words was extensive, and she used every single one of them as he carried her away, kicking and screaming like a wild banshee. However, Leonardo was such a powerfully built man that her petulant protestations came to nothing. Using his left hand, he pulled open the solid oak door, and threw her out. His anger was such that she landed a good six to eight feet from him.
Paige watched mesmerized as he pointed a finger at Cherise. “You’re done here.”
Although Cherise had used all the vitriolic ammunition at her disposal, she’d still failed to dent Leonardo’s armor, and finally realizing this, she picked herself up and ran from the house like a scolded cat, hopefully never to seen by either of them again.
Chapter Three
Leonardo slammed the heavy oak door shut, and with anger still coursing through his veins, strode down the hallway that led to the breakfast room. What the fuck would his new personal assistant make of this? The poor girl looked shell-shocked. Even in her worst nightmare, she wouldn’t have expected this to happen on the first day in her new job.
When he entered the breakfast room, he saw Paige crouched on the floor, picking shards of glass from the carpet. She must have heard him come in, because she turned her head and with a tremulous voice whispered, “It was a bottle of tequila, Mr. Caparelli. She threw it at me.”
Her beautiful emerald-green eyes were still wide with shock and fear, and he tried to lighten the mood by saying, “Tequila? She usually drinks gin, and plenty of it.” His approach seemed to work, because her downturned mouth briefly curved into a sensuous smile.
“Leave it. You’ll cut yourself. I’ll get Marie to see to it later.” He took hold of her hand and pulled her upright. She barely came to his chest, and when she put tiny little fingers to her mouth, they trembled uncontrollably. She seemed so fucking vulnerable, and for him, another word for vulnerable was sexy. Failing to control an overpowering urge to comfort and protect her, he felt compelled to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. So close that the creamy soft skin of her cheek lay nestled against his chest.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Caparelli.” Her husky words were as shaky as the legs she stood on. “I’m not normally like this. I’m usually able to—”
“Shhh, Paige.” Leonardo rested his chin on top of her head. “No one could have foreseen what would happen today.” The smell of apple blossom shampoo drifted from her beautiful chestnut locks, and he took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with her delicious scent.
He was addicted to women. It had been this way for as long as he could remember. He loved all of them, but specifically ones who possessed a sexy vulnerability, along with a submissive nature. These were the women who fuelled his sexual fantasies, and standing with Paige cradled in his arms, he realized she could be one of them. However, his sudden awareness of this enchanting woman created a dilemma. Of all the women he’d slept with over the years, and there were too many to count, he was damned sure that not one of them had been an employee of his.
When still a child, he vividly remembered Caparelli Motors as a thriving business. That was until his father tragically died some twenty-eight years ago. His grief-stricken mother proved unable to cope with the loss of the man she loved more than life itself, and as a result, the once-successful company fell into financial difficulties, which were further exacerbated by an inept and self-serving management team. They convinced his