Chapter 4

POV Tauro

"We will send our response as soon as we arrive in Chicago, Mr. Ozborne." Chian, the son and CEO of Ching Na, one of the largest hotel chains in the East, gripped my fingers tightly as I bowed my body in respect to him and his father. The little devil had practically been a criminal genius, slipping the papers under the table, letting her small fingers brush against my thigh as she handed over the sheets. I caught her reaction and liked how her eyes dilated, how her chest sped up with quick beats, and how she forced her face to look normal. I enjoyed slowly pulling those papers from her hands, just to watch her choke.

The little rascal was swift. My intern had proven to be clever, manipulating the Chinese to accept the proposal. We offered a 25% discount on payment if we delayed the work beyond the scheduled date, but in return, they would pay us a bonus if we finished ahead of time. She had left Bruce stunned when he saw the modest six-figure amount.

The Chinese man released my fingers, greeting my cousin and the others at the table. I saw his eyes fall on the little devil, glowing in her blue straight-cut dress and the high braid in her hair, forming a bun that made her neck an obvious target. I felt my jaw tighten slowly as her chocolate face stretched into a smile at something the Chinese man whispered in her ear.

I heard the sound of a heavy breath, like that of a bull in the arena, let out beside me. There was no doubt that Bruce was closely following the little devil's meltdown. We exchanged a silent glance, and my cousin raised an eyebrow, tightening his scowl as if to say, "What the hell is this?" I knew Bruce's expressions better than anyone, and sharing the same thought, I just looked at him in response, "Chinese bastard."

"Miss Alonso." I called her, making her shift her attention back to me. Her large, warm black eyes lifted, and she met my gaze with her daring bravery, but quickly looked away, moving away from the businessman. Then, she lifted her eyes to me again, like a sulking child. But with just one look, I made her walk, stopping right by my side. My eyes followed the little creature, now tense, her fingers tightening around the black clutch that perfectly matched the high heels on her feet. The sandal was black, with tiny gems, discreet, highlighting her tiny feet with the pale pink nail polish. It was almost innocent and comical to see a woman hidden in the body of this cheeky brat.

I smelled the floral scent that lingered around her, and just because of that damn perfume, my cock throbbed hard in my pants... The memory of her curious, soft fingers studying me over my clothes made me take a cold shower before I kicked down her hotel room door. For a moment, I considered the idea of taking her to my room, slowly undressing her as I held the elevator door open. Bruce's look conveyed the same thought in my mind. We were both confused by the little furious girl that had been shoved down our throats. I knew it had been a terrible idea to bring the little intern to Las Vegas, as we ran from her like the devil running from the cross, always avoiding those curious, furious black eyes.

"We can go." I raised my face to Bruce, who was now standing on the other side of the little one, staring at the Chinese businessman.

"Yes." And I walked ahead, looking back. The little one was almost frozen in doubt whether to stay inside the casino or leave. "Any problem, Miss Alonso?"

"Señor... I... I wanted to take a walk around." She spoke, gathering courage, lifting her face to me. The light lipstick on her full lips highlighted her face in a natural, not obscene way. "Since the itinerary says the lectures only return tomorrow, I assumed I’d have the afternoon off since the lunch went well... didn't I?" I almost found the little pout she made beautiful, nervous, clutching her purse tightly. I knew the little devil had been avoiding us since morning. She’d simply waited until the last second to get off the elevator, and in the car, she made sure to put on her headphones, almost pressing herself against the door while typing on her laptop. Bruce's bad mood was evident, as he too had gone through the same hell I had the previous night.

I turned my face to Bruce, who was standing beside me with his hands in his suit pockets and his frown still in place. The answer in his eyes was clear and firm: no!

"I believe assumptions are not part of your duties on this trip, Miss Alonso." Bruce gritted his teeth, turning his gaze back to the businessmen who were moving away. "You're still on duty, this is not a vacation or a dating trip. You can very well exchange phone numbers with your new affair, like any normal teenager."

"I don't believe I'm hearing this, señor! And I'm not a teenager, I'm 25 years old, and I know very well every step I take." Her voice was almost rough, and her eyes burned with anger. She turned her face to Bruce, shooting him a glare. "I did my job with merit, left all the material ready, and pointed out all the details. You think I'm playing some dating game with who?"

This was the little devil I knew! The one who stood up to Bruce and made him lose control. I almost laughed at my cousin’s face. The three long years of her internship were nearly killing us.

"Go back to the hotel, Miss Alonso, you have work and documents to prepare, you're not on vacation." I delivered the order. I knew Bruce was thinking the same thing as I was: the little devil was probably heading to her meeting with her new Chinese affair.

The look she gave me reminded me of a small, angry bull, as she squeezed her purse tighter. I’d probably feel pain if it were my cock in her hands.

The little furious devil locked her jaw, letting out a snort as she walked away from Bruce, passing by him without even looking his way.

"And, Miss Alonso..." I gestured, crossing my arms over my chest, watching her slowly turn with her body locked in anger. I could barely hold back a laugh at the sight of her in the middle of the casino, looking like a small, wild, and skittish cat. "I want reports on everything happening at the company in Chicago, and I want them today, Miss. I'd say, if it's now... until 11:45 PM tonight, you’ll deliver them."

"But... but... I..."

I took a step forward, uncrossing my arms while watching her take two steps back, retreating. She looked over my shoulder, while Bruce let out a small mocking laugh.

"Sí, señor!" She turned around angrily, swaying her beautiful round ass in that almost-tight blue dress. The cut of her skirt on the side exposed her graceful, plump legs, showing more with every step.

"Let’s go, I need a drink before I kill that girl!"

Bruce laughed, walking away after we saw her leave the casino and get into the taxi.

I needed a drink too. The little devil had a way of testing my control. I didn’t like how she affected me, nor how she affected Bruce; and with the complicity we shared, we perfectly understood the complexity of having overwhelming desires for the same woman. We had even exchanged words about the little angry devil tormenting us, but we came to a consensus: she was off-limits. When we were younger, shortly after moving into his own apartment, Bruce stayed with me for a while while finishing college. We both enjoyed sharing beautiful women, even spending a year sharing the same woman in my house, Katrina, a fashion student we met at a fraternity party. She liked the idea of having us both at the same time, or spending time with just one of us. She was smart, knowing it was more advantageous to live with us, saving expenses; in return, we agreed to share her, but there was no emotional bond. Over time, we chose to end it. It was truly a unique experience. After that, we occasionally had one-night stands. That was all we could offer.

I was already past the stage of curious young women. Before joining the company, I had committed to a woman, a damn woman I was blind for, and I did everything to give her what she wanted. I never denied anything, but the little greedy one always wanted more. I almost ended the marriage, but the pregnancy test held me back. I was happy, it was a good idea to become a father, since I didn’t have a father or a solid family. If it weren’t for the uncles who took me in, who knows where my life would have gone. Anyway, I was happy to be a father. What killed me was when I got a call during one of my trips telling me that my wife had lost the baby. I felt the loss like a punch to the stomach. And another year of my life dragged on with Harley, my wife; that was until the day she, drunk, confessed in an argument that she never wanted to be a mother, that she was glad that thing in her belly had died, that it was worth it to have gotten rid of it. I just left before my hands strangled her.

The little greedy intern was no different from Harley. She wanted to rise higher and higher, not just be the intern. I even admired the girl’s drive and cleverness. But I knew that came with poor character and ambition. Women like Zelda and Harley were dangerous snakes, and as much as my cock wanted to get to know those hands more, I’d keep a hell of a distance from that ambitious devil.