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Author: Jan Bowles
Tags: Romance
clinically depressed mother that changes needed to be made, or the company would go bankrupt.
Oh yes, there were changes all right. Changes for the worse. He still seethed with anger when he thought of the proud Caparelli name being displayed on washing machines and refrigerators. Even though he was only ten years old at the time, he vowed to restore Caparelli Motors to its former glory.
A good education certainly helped, and when he left Harvard Business School aged twenty-one, he took hold of the reins to the company, exactly as his late father had wished. Over the next seventeen years, he spent every God-given hour returning the ailing business to health. He hired the best engineers and technicians available, and even had a state-of-the-art factory built in Italy. Today, Caparelli Motors was thriving once more, by doing what it did best—producing the finest hand-built sports cars in the world.
Right from his early days in charge, he’d vowed never to mix business with pleasure. He’d seen too many successful companies fold when a woman came between a CEO and his workforce. He’d kept that pledge for all these years, but there was something about Paige. Something about the way she made him feel. Something about the way she made his cock harden as he held her in his arms and comforted her.
Acutely aware that he battled mixed emotions, Leonardo reluctantly let her go, then keeping his eyes focused on those stunning green emeralds, he pulled out a chair for her. She respectfully thanked him before sitting down. As he took a seat himself, Marie entered the breakfast room with fresh coffee and a huge silver salver loaded with ham and eggs.
“Marie.”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli.”
“Tell Marvin to replace all the locks.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“And, Marie?”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli?”
“Ms. Samuels is never to be allowed in the house again. Should she arrive uninvited, call the police and have her removed. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli. Would you like me to clear up the glass?”
“Not right now, Marie, later.”
His housekeeper nodded compliantly and then made her way from the room.
Leonardo loaded his plate with ham and eggs, and despite Paige shaking her head and attempting to cover her plate, he did the same for her. “You need to eat. You’re no good to me if you faint.” He was her boss and she needed to understand that, and he intended to start as he meant to go on.
Clicking firmly into full business mode, he matter-of-factly said, “Paige, when we’re working together in the company of others, you will always refer to me as Mr. Caparelli or sir. As I introduce you to my employees, both here in Colorado and also in Italy, you’ll see that most address me as the latter. However, should we be alone and away from a business setting, I would have no objection to you calling me either Leon or boss.”
Leonardo watched her wonderful eyes widen slightly, and he saw her face and elegant swanlike neck blush a fetching shade of pink. He guessed she was trying to figure out which environment they were currently in. Eventually after analyzing the situation for some time, she said, “Thank you, Mr.—um, I mean, Leon.”
He smiled and he loved the way she smiled right back at him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No.”
He could tell she was still shaken from the earlier events, and in order to put her mind at ease, he decided to give her a limited explanation. “Cherise is ancient history now, and you’ll never see her again, but for the record, I tried everything in my power to help her with her drug addiction. In the end, it all proved futile, and the final straw came when a trusted member of my staff caught her e-mailing the technical details of the yet-to-be-revealed Caparelli Rio to a competitor. This behavior was unacceptable. I demand and expect trust in friends, lovers, and business associates. Do you understand, Paige?”
“Yes, s–sir,” she huskily
Oh yes, there were changes all right. Changes for the worse. He still seethed with anger when he thought of the proud Caparelli name being displayed on washing machines and refrigerators. Even though he was only ten years old at the time, he vowed to restore Caparelli Motors to its former glory.
A good education certainly helped, and when he left Harvard Business School aged twenty-one, he took hold of the reins to the company, exactly as his late father had wished. Over the next seventeen years, he spent every God-given hour returning the ailing business to health. He hired the best engineers and technicians available, and even had a state-of-the-art factory built in Italy. Today, Caparelli Motors was thriving once more, by doing what it did best—producing the finest hand-built sports cars in the world.
Right from his early days in charge, he’d vowed never to mix business with pleasure. He’d seen too many successful companies fold when a woman came between a CEO and his workforce. He’d kept that pledge for all these years, but there was something about Paige. Something about the way she made him feel. Something about the way she made his cock harden as he held her in his arms and comforted her.
Acutely aware that he battled mixed emotions, Leonardo reluctantly let her go, then keeping his eyes focused on those stunning green emeralds, he pulled out a chair for her. She respectfully thanked him before sitting down. As he took a seat himself, Marie entered the breakfast room with fresh coffee and a huge silver salver loaded with ham and eggs.
“Marie.”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli.”
“Tell Marvin to replace all the locks.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“And, Marie?”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli?”
“Ms. Samuels is never to be allowed in the house again. Should she arrive uninvited, call the police and have her removed. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Caparelli. Would you like me to clear up the glass?”
“Not right now, Marie, later.”
His housekeeper nodded compliantly and then made her way from the room.
Leonardo loaded his plate with ham and eggs, and despite Paige shaking her head and attempting to cover her plate, he did the same for her. “You need to eat. You’re no good to me if you faint.” He was her boss and she needed to understand that, and he intended to start as he meant to go on.
Clicking firmly into full business mode, he matter-of-factly said, “Paige, when we’re working together in the company of others, you will always refer to me as Mr. Caparelli or sir. As I introduce you to my employees, both here in Colorado and also in Italy, you’ll see that most address me as the latter. However, should we be alone and away from a business setting, I would have no objection to you calling me either Leon or boss.”
Leonardo watched her wonderful eyes widen slightly, and he saw her face and elegant swanlike neck blush a fetching shade of pink. He guessed she was trying to figure out which environment they were currently in. Eventually after analyzing the situation for some time, she said, “Thank you, Mr.—um, I mean, Leon.”
He smiled and he loved the way she smiled right back at him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No.”
He could tell she was still shaken from the earlier events, and in order to put her mind at ease, he decided to give her a limited explanation. “Cherise is ancient history now, and you’ll never see her again, but for the record, I tried everything in my power to help her with her drug addiction. In the end, it all proved futile, and the final straw came when a trusted member of my staff caught her e-mailing the technical details of the yet-to-be-revealed Caparelli Rio to a competitor. This behavior was unacceptable. I demand and expect trust in friends, lovers, and business associates. Do you understand, Paige?”
“Yes, s–sir,” she huskily