“I… Okay, I guess that’s fine.”
“Good,” he says crisply. “Now, if you’re clear on the details, Mr. Caraldi will be here in a moment.” He’s moving to stand, and I stand too. I don’t think it would be appropriate to be seated when my new boss arrives. If I could call him a boss.
The door swings inward. I clutch the folders in front of me, palms sweating. And then he walks in, and my mouth drops open.
Dear God, it’s him!
There’s a flutter of paper around my feet as the folders slip out of my fingers.
Dario Caraldi is the man who gave me the hottest sex of my life. And he owns me.
Chapter 6
Dario Caraldi
Idon’t know what feels better right now. The expression on her face. Or the sight of those sweet tits heaving rapidly beneath her prissy white shirt.
“Ms. Love,” I say and walk toward her. Or perhaps I prowl. She feels like prey, and I’m about to eat her. All over again. Fuck, I can still remember the taste of her.
“I…” She makes a tiny choking sound. Mateo shoots a strange look at her. I reach out a hand, and she stares at it like it’s a snake. When I take hers, there’s barely an answering squeeze from her fingers before I drop it abruptly.
“Please…don’t stand on my account,” I say coolly. I take a chair at the head of the table. She doesn’t so much sit as collapse beside me. “You’ve seen the contract?” I ask.
She aims a dismayed glance at the papers scattered on the floor beside her. I wave my hand dismissively.
“Mateo will give you another copy,” I say. He slides another folder across the table.
“Do you have any questions?” I ask. She’s still staring at me, wide-eyed. I supposed all this is a little unfair. But who could blame me? When I saw the picture her asswipe father had set out on the poker table that night, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off it.
She has the face of an angel. Innocent and naïve. But that body was designed for fucking. I should know. I’ve explored every inch of it. And in those hours before I finally got my hands on her, that photo had held me enthralled. Curves like a Latina with the crisp cool features of a duchess. My ultimate wet dream. And I own her.
I smile.
“Do you?” I repeat. She blinks several times. Licks her lips.
Fuck…those lips.I had them wrapped around my cock a day ago. It’s hardening again now.
“Do I what?” she croaks out.
“Have any questions,” I say. She shakes her head.
“No, I… Um… So, it’s just this, then? What you need me to do? Work in the casino?” She licks her lips again.Jesus.
“For now,” I say as crisply as I can. My zipper is killing me. “We’ll advise you of other duties as needed.”
“Other duties?” she says. I know what she’s thinking. She’s wondering if those duties may extend to more of what we already had. It’s unlikely. I don’t have room in my world for complications. And this pretty morsel is complicated with a capital “C.” But there’ll be use for that sweet ass down the line – I have no doubt of it.
“When our needs change, we’ll let you know as things arise,” I say. Something’s rising right this fucking minute. “Is there anything else?” I ask. She shakes her head, though I can see there must be questions flying around her head like a swarm of bees. “Good,” I say regardless. “You can go.”
She moves to her feet and lingers there a moment, but I don’t look up at her. I don’t stand either. There’s no way I’m risking showing either of them the bulge in my pants right now. There’s silence, and then her footsteps move to the door. It opens and closes, and then the sound of her fades away.
A movement beside me lets me know Mateo hasn’t left with her.
“What the fuck, Dario?” he asks.
I level him with a look.
“You bought a fucking woman?” he says sharply. He’s the only one in the world who can speak to me this way, but that doesn’t mean I have to answer him. I don’t answer to anyone. Not anymore.
