Harpers POV

I've made a mental list of things I need to get and prepare for the meeting that was about to start in less than Twenty minutes. I made sure all six of the whisky glasses were clean and placed in the middle of the table, and I did a quick sweep around the room to make sure it was clean and presentable.

Glancing at the clock on the wall I had just over five minutes left, just enough time to re-apply some lip gloss and make sure I looked respectable. A few minutes later a generous layer of my favourite lip gloss had been applied, and my hair had been fluffed up, giving me a sexy and somewhat sophisticated look. I was ready to tend to Mr Deluca and his business friends.

Standing in my place in the corner of the large meeting room I waited for Mr Deluca and his friends to arrive. Moments later I heard mumbling from the other side of the door, my palms started to get clammy, and my anxiety shot to a sky-high level. Taking a deep breath, I composed myself; you can do this Harper.

Moments later six men clad in expensive business attire walked into the room, all of the men oozed arrogance and were products of generations of wealth and good breeding. They all had that classic cocky bachelor look and chiselled bone structure to go with their lean but muscular bodies and hair that had been combed and styled to perfection.

Naturally, they all looked like Adonis himself, that wasn't exactly helping calm my nerves knowing I'd be stuck in a room for god knows how long with six men that are the definition of perfection.

There was one man that took the description of cockiness to a whole new level, his crisp suit was fitted perfectly to his form, and I'm sure if he removed his jacket his shirt would outline his naturally well-defined abs. Drinking in his appearance as he crossed the room to his seat I noticed a few things. His suit was personally tailored, my guess some expensive brand like Armani.

His hair was styled to perfection slicked back with just the right amount of gel it was a rich brown colour that almost looked black and his deep blue eyes were the most hypnotic things I had ever seen in my life. His whole appearance demanded attention and respect, from personal experience I assume that this was Mr Deluca. All of a sudden, he cleared his throat and began speaking.

"Who might you be?" his voice was thick and velvety and sent shivers down my spine, and it didn't help that he was looking straight at me, causing my heartbeat to rise to the point of where it felt like It was about to burst through my rib cage.

"H-Harper sir, I'm here to make sure your drinks are constantly topped up and that you and the other men here are as comfy and happy as possible while you're here at opal". I manage to say without stumbling over my words I give myself a mental high five for not letting my nerves get the best of me.

Mr sex on legs began speaking again "Well Harper, would you be so kind to fill up our glasses and we'll be ready to start the meeting, I don't want to keep any of you longer than needs be". His voice sends another deep shiver through me, the sound of my name rolling off his tongue did something to me, I prayed that my cheeks hadn't turned red.

Walking over to the table I felt all six pairs of eyes on me; this is the only time I've ever been overly aware of what I was wearing. Being in a skin-tight dress and stockings in a room full of young businessmen wasn't an ideal setting; however, I knew Jack would go ballistic if any of them tried anything on me. Thankfully, at the moment all of these men were more interested in what Mr Deluca was about to say.

Picking up the bottle of scotch I began walking around the table filling up the individual glasses with the correct amount of scotch. The last glass to be filled is Mr DeLuca's; I had purposely filled his glass up last needing the few moments I had filling up the other men's glasses to steady my nerves before I reached him.

Slowly walking towards him I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, leaning over the table slightly I tilt the bottle of scotch slightly and begin pouring the amber liquid into his glass.

Trying my hardest to concentrate on the task at hand and trying to ignore the scent of Mr DeLucas aftershave that was lingering around me it was nearly enough to make my mouth water. Placing the cap back on the bottle I set it back in the middle of the table, walking back to my place in the room I accidentally brushed his arm in the process, out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw him take a sharp breath and his whole body stiffen.

Trying not to cringe I stand in my place waiting for my service to be required again, doing my best to try and ignore the tingling sensation the brief contact caused.

For the next few hours, I learnt a lot about Mr Deluca; I found out his first name was Angelo and that he ran multiple hotels and restaurants around the city along with a few in more exotic countries such as Dubai. I also realised that the purpose of this meeting was to discuss how well a new hotel would do in an already competitive market in one of the more affluent places in London. The plans for this hotel were well presented, and all the men had mostly positive points to say about Angelo's plans for a new hotel.

After they agreed that the hotel would be a successful business venture the topic drifted on to what was to be included in the hotel, how the rooms would be designed along with whether adding a Michelin star restaurant would be beneficial. While Angelo was talking, I noticed he was making notes on what the other men were suggesting for the new hotel.

He didn't strike me as a team player he seemed more of the type of guy who'd want to plan every detail out himself, but with every suggestion, he took a moment to think about it and then gave a detailed justification on whether or not he thought it would be relevant for the new building. It was clear that all the men in the room respected him and took the idea seriously.

I was only required to fill up the men's glasses three more times throughout the meeting my guess is the only reason the scotch bottle wasn't emptied was that the meeting seemed serious and they all wanted to keep a clear head to discuss the fine details of the new hotel. The men started to wrap the session up towards the 3 AM mark, and all the notes were packed up and placed in briefcases. Plucking up the courage from somewhere in my body I decide to speak.

"Can I get you, gentlemen, anything else before you leave?" I was pleased with how my voice came out; I sounded calm and confident a major improvement to how I felt earlier on in the evening. There was a quick discussion among the men, and after a while, Angelo answers my question. "We don't need anything else for tonight Harper, however, what I would like to say is you have been a gracious host, and we are all extremely pleased with your performance and how professional you acted tonight".

His smooth voice washed over me, and I was lost for words. With that Angelo and his business partners left the room, letting out a shaky breath I made my way over to the small table on the other side of the room that held the spare whisky glasses grabbing one I walked back over to the table I dropped down into one of the chairs and poured myself a drink.

I noticed a small envelope next to the bottle of scotch, and my curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward to grab it. Written across the front of the envelope was my name in elegant cursive, the envelope had little to no weight about it, so I wondered if it was a prank Angelo and his friends play on people like me.

Again, letting my curious side get the better of me I opened it and let contents spill out onto the table. To say I was shocked when twelve £50 notes fell out of the envelope would be the understatement of the century, £600 for just standing there and filling up their drinks a few times. This can't be right this is either a sick joke or these men have got some serious cash lying around if they can afford to tip this well.

Moments later Jack walks through the door with one of the biggest grins I've ever seen plastered across his face. "I'm so proud of you Harp, they said you were the perfect host for the meeting and that Deluca guy commented on how professional you were, he also said he and the other clients left an envelope on the table for you?" The pride in his voice was making my heart swell.

"Yeah, I found the envelope, they left me £600 Jack, am I supposed to keep all of it? I can't see why they'd leave that much money in just tips for me when I only filled their glasses up a few times, for most of the meeting I was just stood by the wall, I can't accept that much money for doing nothing" the whole situation just baffled me.

"Well, they must have liked you, Harp, for doing such a great job I've already ordered the taxi to take you home you can finish early tonight, and you will be keeping the money you earned it regardless of what you think. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Jack turned around and left the room.

By the time I'd stuffed the money back in the envelope and retrieved my phone and purse from the locker room my phone alerted me to the taxi waiting outside to take me back home, I was so grateful for the few extra hours sleep I'd be getting tonight. 

Climbing into the cab, I sank back into the leather seat and let my mind drift to the events of tonight; there was one thing that would be permanently etched into my brain — Angelo Deluca's piercing blue eyes.

Angelo Deluca's POV

Earlier that day.

Glancing at the clock on my office wall I let out an audible groan thirty minutes until my next meeting. For the past few months, that's all my life seemed to revolve around business meetings and then to drag myself back to the penthouse and to drink myself into oblivion. I don't know why I let my life get like this, I knew full well if my father were still here he wouldn't let me act like this, he'd want me to continue to expand the corporation which I've been doing but only half-heartedly.

Maybe the board was right; perhaps I did need to take some time off to grieve my father's death. It had just happened six months ago, but some contracts required to be signed and looked over regarding deals that I couldn't lose out on. So, I buried my head in work and pushed his death to the back of my mind, but now I was in a downward spiral, and I was unsure of how to stop it.

My train of thought was interrupted by several text messages;  glared at my phone hoping that the damn thing would disappear. I already knew who was texting me and I didn't feel like speaking to the most spoilt woman to ever grace the streets of London. 

The one thing that annoyed me more than time wasters was Jessica Black, the woman who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

However, she showed her true colours when I caught her having sex with one of Deluca corporations senior board members. The man was fired instantly and the woman that I'd given my heart to for the past five years was now nothing but a reminder of how you can't trust anybody. It was surprising how you view someone after you see the real them.

I once regarded Jessica as an angel someone that could brighten even my darkest mood. However, in my eyes, she was now a manipulative, spoilt and a childish little bitch that I'd cut all ties with; however, she didn't seem to get the message even after I'd kicked her out of our once shared penthouse just over a month ago.

My phone chimes once again and I snarl at it before I pick it up to see what the devil herself wants. My eyes skim over the messages, and my mood instantly turned fouler than it had been five minutes earlier.

From – Jessica Black

To – Angelo Deluca

Please answer my messages.

Don't throw away what we had Angelo.

I know you still love me.

From – Jessica Black

To – Angelo Deluca

Angelo darling, please answer me.

I miss you come back to me.

I'm hopeless without you.

From – Jessica Black

To – Angelo Deluca

Please Angelo my fathers

Threatening to cut me off

If I don't makeup with you

From – Jessica Black

To- Angelo Deluca

Fine if you won't answer

My texts I'm coming to

The penthouse once you've

Finished work. You know you

Can't resist me, Angelo.

My hand clenched around my phone with such intensity to the point I feared I'd just cracked the screen. There was no way in hell that I'd ever forgive her and there's no way her father would cut his precious little princess off he knows better than to come between Jessica and her credit cards.

"Mr Deluca" the voice of my receptionist floats through the speaker on my desk "Jackson Incorporated is ready for you in room 402."

"Thank you, Amanda," I reply my voice showing none of the anger that I'm currently battling with. Standing up and straitening my tie I place my phone in my trouser pocket and make my way to the meeting.

Two hours later my mood had significantly improved, Jackson incorporated had agreed to back the new hotel I was planning to build in the middle of London, all I need to do now was get the board to, and I'm all set to give our builders the go-ahead for the project. Walking back to my office I was stopped by Amanda.

"Sorry to interrupt you sir but the board wanted me to let you know that they've booked a meeting in one of the business suites in Opal. It's to discuss whether or not the new hotel will be going ahead; it starts at 11:30 pm and your driver will be given the address, and you'll also need this to get in". Amanda pulls out a plastic gold card with the words Opals Gentlemen's club membership card "it's one of the most exclusive clubs in London Mr Deluca, not many people are given these cards" and with that Amanda walks away back to her desk.

I spent the rest of my day sitting at my desk compiling evidence on why the board members should give the new hotel the go ahead. By the time I'd finished collecting all the statistics and crunching the numbers, it was almost 10:30 PM, just enough time to change for the meeting. 

Luckily, I'd remembered to place a spare suit in my office. Grabbing the pressed Armani suit and quickly changing into it I made my way down to the reception area of my building to wait for my driver to take me to Opal. Hopefully, this meeting won't be as tiresome.

Just before 11:30 I arrived outside the club, my door was opened for me, and I was escorted inside the building. The owner of the club Jack Wilson met the rest of the board and me in the executive part of the club I guess that's why I needed the little gold card.

He explained to us that one of his best workers would be assigned to tend to us during the meeting and that if we had any requests we only need to ask her, and she'd be happy to comply. With that, the six other men and I walked into the business suite to start the meeting.

My eyes roamed around the large room until my eyes landed on her. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes raked over her body. Her black hair fell gracefully past her slim shoulders and down her back, and her eyes were bright green it took everything I had not just to stand there and stare at her.

My eyes wandered down to the rest of her body; she was wearing a skin-tight black dress that reached just above her knees. The dress had been paired with silky nude stockings that accentuated her long legs. By the time I got to my seat, I could see her from the corner of my eye; she had let out a shaky breath deciding to break the silence I had turned in my place to face her and began speaking. "Who might you be?" I asked.

The girl takes a few moments before she answers my question "H-Harper Sir, I'm here to make sure your drinks are constantly topped up and that you and the other men here are as comfy and happy as possible while you're here at Opal". Her voice came out smooth and confident, not showing how nervous she seemed moments ago.

"Well Harper, would you be so kind to fill up our glasses now and we'll be ready to start the meeting, I don't want to keep any of you longer than needs be". With that simple order, she left her place from the side of the room and began pouring the scotch into the glasses carefully, when she moved she had a natural elegance about her.

She came to fill my glass up last; I wondered whether it was because I made her nervous I chuckled at the thought. After my glass was filled and the bottle was placed back in the middle of the table, Harper returned to her place, as she walked past me her arm slightly grazed mine, and I stiffened. Her slight touch almost caused me to let out a groan.

Clearing my throat, I began the meeting. The board members listened as I talked about how this hotel would benefit the company along with how I wanted to turn that hotel into one of the grandest buildings in that particular area of London, they seemed quite pleased with the research I had done. They were also showed how well I thought the hotel would do in the first year after it had been built.

After proposing the idea, the board discussed the prospect of the new hotel amongst themselves for a short period. After a few nerve-racking moments, they all agreed that the new hotel would benefit the company. We then went on to discuss possible design ideas for the rooms in the hotel along with whether the hotel would benefit from an upscale restaurant.

Throughout the meeting, Harper continued to fill up our glasses and every time she walked passed me the scent of her floral perfume drifted around me completely distracting me from the task at hand.

The meeting finished with me in a much better mood than I had been, and it wasn't just because the plans for a new hotel had been approved. After the board and I had finished packing up, Harper spoke for the first time since the meeting began.

"Can I get you, gentlemen, anything else before you leave?" her voice sounding much more confident than it had the last time she spoke. A quick discussion between myself and the board members and we decided that we didn't need anything. However, we all agreed to leave £100 each in an envelope for Harper, quickly collecting the money I placed the envelope on the table. I turned to face Harper again to answer her question.

"We don't need anything else for tonight Harper, however, what I would like to say is you have been a gracious host, and we are all extremely pleased with your performance and how professional you acted tonight". Her name rolled off my tongue with such ease, and I loved how her name sounded when I said it out loud.

With that, I gave Harper one last look and left the room making sure I told her boss how pleased I was with her performance before I went. I was then escorted back to my car and spent the rest of my journey back to my penthouse thinking about how this one girl had utterly captivated me... I had to see her again.

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