Free Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire by Susan Westwood Page B

looking like an employee.”
    “Each user name has a pattern to identify someone as working here,” Carl said. “I can give you an administrator login that only I have. And Amedeo of course, but I altered it a bit so I know it’s you in there.”
    “Good. You don’t think this is an inside job?” she said.
    Amedeo glanced at Carl. “What do you think?”
    “No, I don’t. I trust my people implicitly,” Carl said. “I hired every one of them and did a thorough background check.”
    “Will you do that on me?” Violet asked.
    “No, I’m trusting Amedeo’s opinion of you. And frankly I’m not sure I care about your background. I saw what you can do and I think you can help us.”
    “What do you want to do next?” Violet said.
    “Let’s meet the staff?” Carl said.
    He stood. Violet stood also. She nodded at Amedeo and they left. He leaned back in his chair. That had worked out. Now he needed to get down to business. He was behind, but he wouldn’t tell Violet that.
    He had only worked for a half an hour when he heard a voice outside his door.
    “I know he’ll want to see me. You can’t stop me.”
    His eyes fell closed. Tory.
    What the Hell was she doing here? Hadn’t he made it clear his feelings about her? He ended up being happy that they’d broken up, but he had no desire to see her. His office door flew open. Tory sailed in with Madge chasing behind her.
    Save him from females today.
    “I’m sorry, Amedeo. She pushed past me and I didn’t want to be arrested for assault,” Madge said.
    “It’s okay, Madge. I’ll deal with this.”
    His assistant backed out of the doorway, not closing the door. Good girl. She would probably wait right outside in case he needed any help. That’s why he paid her the big bucks.
    He turned his attention to the intruder. “What do you want, Tory?”
    She strode to his desk, standing in his personal space. He moved his chair away from her. When she’d canceled the wedding, she’d lost the right to be that close.
    “I want you back, Amedeo. I miss you.”
    “You might miss my big dick, but I doubt you miss me.”
    Her mouth dropped open. He’d never talked to her like that. She didn’t like dirty talk. She didn’t even like dirty sex. Missionary position. Lights off. In bed. Sometimes she’d deign to be on top. Though her blow jobs were legendary. When she chose to give one.
    “That’s awful, Amedeo. I don’t deserve that.”
    “Tory, you don’t deserve my time.”
    A security guard appeared in his doorway. Madge must have called him. “Is there a problem,  Mr. Killiano?”
    Tory’s eyes widened.
    “Could you please escort this young lady out of my building?”
    “Sure, sir.”
    Problem solved.
    ***
    Violet almost ran into Tory and the security guard as she walked to Amedeo’s office.
    “Bitch,” Tory said. “Give me back my man.”
    Tory cocked her arm backwards, but the security guard grabbed it before she could connect with Violet’s face. Holy shit. And she thought she could be ghetto. The security guy led a screaming Tory away from Amedeo’s doorway. Violet’s heart pounded in her chest. Not because Tory had scared her, but because she would have had to mess up that bitch if she’d punched her.
    Violet had tried to leave the ghetto behind, but if someone threatened her, it came out. She couldn’t help it. It was a part of her she’d probably never get rid of.
    She didn’t really want Amedeo to see that. He might rethink her raising his child. She shook off the encounter with Tory, but when she looked up. Amedeo was in his doorway. He grabbed her hand, dragging her into his office.
    “You okay? I’m sorry about her.”
    She blinked. He was apologizing for Tory? “Her crazy isn’t your fault.”
    “Still, I brought her into your life,” Amedeo said.
    This man never ceased to amaze her. “It’s fine, Amedeo. I’m fine. I just wanted to make sure it was okay that I got started. Do I need to sign any paperwork to take on this