2 My Employer is a Hell of a Rich Person (2/2)
One of the officers called for another cab so I'd be sent to my destination. It took another thirty minutes before I arrived at Mr. Ivano Lombardi's residence. The cab pulled up in front of a massive three story stone house, sitting in the middle of a spacious lawn behind tall iron gate. Jesus! It's like looking through the pages of the magazine of luxurious Italian houses. My employer was one hell of a seriously rich person! Unease suddenly crept to my body making my hairs stood on end.
Shaking myself out of that unreasonable sensation, I paid the driver, went out of the cab and stood with a craning neck in front of the house. When I looked around the place, I couldn't see neighboring houses close by. It seemed that this side of the city was privately owned. By Mr. Ivano Lombardi himself. With trembling hands, I reached for the doorbell and pressed. Static sound made me look up overhead before I heard scratching noise.
”Who's there?” A male voice resounded from the speaker just above the camera that's now aimed directly at my face.
”I-its me.” I cleared my suddenly dried throat and tried again. ”It's Stella Morris. I received your letter of acceptance on my application for a babysitting job.”
”Oh, Stella.” The voice repeated but it sounded like a moan to me that made me tingle and goosebumps prickled my skin. ”Come in. I've opened the gate for you.”
I heard a click from the iron gate and concluded that he had a superb security system in his home. ”Thank you.”
I stepped into the lawn and closed the heavy iron gate behind me before it clicked locked once again. Curious, I pulled it open again but it didn't budge anymore. It really was automatic. Cool! I started walking deeper into the property, my eyes couldn't seem to take all the picturesque of the place without having my mouth hanging open. Huge old trees scattered and surrounding the house, covering it with beautiful canopy with their wide strong branches.
The door cracked open once I'm already near the patio. A tall, about six feet five, man was waiting for me by the entrance of the house, chest so massive and muscled. My eyes didn't go anywhere else but to his face. My hand flew to catch my heart when I felt it beat so damn erratic all of a sudden. He's so young, I doubt if he'd reached thirty by the way he looked. And damn! He looked mighty delicious. This man was no way the Mr. Ivano Lombardi!
”Hi.” He gave me a weary look before stepping close and offered me his hand. ”I'm Ivano Lombardi. Just call me Ino.”
”H-hi.” I winced at how pathetic I sounded but I quickly hid my embarrassment with a beaming smile. ”Hi, sir. Nice to meet you. I'm Stella Morris.”
We clutched each other's hand while holding each other's gaze. His touch was warm, his hold was firm and a little bit tight than the ordinary handshake. He wasn't trying to break my bone but he sure felt like wanting to possess my arm because he didn't want to release it even after I tried pulling back. The wide lawn and massive house suddenly felt small and tight at our close proximity that my breathing became pants.
His eyes were flickering to my eyes and my mouth back and forth. He seemed tensed and a little bit odd. But oh, God. No matter what, he's just so yummy. I couldn't wait to tell Nicky about this. I'm sure she'd go crazy to meet my new boss.