Chapter 162

*LORENZO* I watched Danica’s hasty retreat into the scullery, her plait bouncing from side to side and brushing her waist. “Who’s the pretty girl?” “My cleaner.” Tom nodded with lascivious approval. I was glad she was gone back into her lair, away from Tom’s and Joe’s prying eyes. Their reaction made me uneasy. Suddenly, surprisingly, I feel proprietary. It’s an unfamiliar emotion. I don’t want my friends ogling her. She was mine. Well, she was my employee. You’re Lorenzo Moretti, heir to the Moretti empire. She’ll need to go on the payroll. Shit. She was almost my employee. I need to sort out her employment status sooner rather than later. I wanted her to become my permanent staff. “What happened to Ximena? I liked the old bird,” Tom said as he rubs his face. “She resigned. Now, will you go and put some fucking clothes on? There is a lady present, for fuck’s sake,” I growled. “Lady?” Tom paled at the look I gave him, and for once he didn’t rise to the bait. “Sorry, old chap. I’ll go a