Chapter 29
Zaira
“How was your first day?” Michael asks. It’s the first I have seen him all day. He wasn’t at dinner, and Domenic said he was in meetings all day. I can see by the look in his eyes that he’s tired.
“It was fantastic.”
“Well, tell me about it.”
“You’re tired, Michael. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
“No, baby, I want to know. I’m never too tired for you.”
He’s sitting on the bed in a pair of black boxers and his glasses. He’s looking at some papers in his hand, and damn if he doesn’t look sexy as hell. What is it about black boxers and a man with glasses that is a complete turn-on?
I need to focus. He’s tired and wants to know about my day.
When I start to speak, Michael puts his papers on the night stand and turns his attention toward me. “Well, I met with Laurel first thing and cleared the air between us. Can you believe she was afraid I would fire her because she went on a date with you?”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Then, I promoted her.”
“You what?” he asks.
“Oh, Michael, you would not believe the knowledge she has about this industry. She’s got experience too. I created a new position for her, told her to find her replacement and then she can start as my new director of corporate development.” When he doesn’t say anything, I begin to worry that perhaps I overstepped. “Michael? Is that okay?”
“I am in awe of you, Zaira, and so very proud. You jumped in, saw a need, and took care of it. Of course it is okay. Bella Celeste needs new blood and new ideas. I know how hard it is for someone to work their way up in the fashion industry. I never spent enough time at the agency to notice Laurel.”
“Well, obviously you did notice her,” I say sarcastically.
He shrugs. “Well there is that.”
“So how was your day?” I ask him.
“Busy. I’ve had meetings all day, spent some time with Pop and then more meetings. Dina had to bring me dinner in my office. I’m sorry I couldn’t have dinner with you.”
“It’s okay. I understand, but don’t make a habit of it,” I say, admonishing him.
“I won’t. Once the Gallardi stuff is settled, things will go back to normal and I won’t be working so much.”
“Good. I don’t want to be one of those neglected Mafia wives,” I tease.
“Neglected? Get your sexy ass over here, and I’ll show how much you’re not neglected.”
I smirk. “But you’re tired, Michael.”
“Oh, baby, never too tired for that.”
I crawl up on top of him and straddle his waist. I feel his erection pushing against my core, but he’s gonna have to wait. I want to play. I move my hands to his chest and run my fingers lightly over his skin, and I can see the goose bumps appear. When I lean forward to kiss his neck, my breasts—nipples hard and ready—brush against his skin. He notices and reaches up to touch me, but I shoo his hand away. We’re doing this my way.
I slowly trail kisses down his neck and his chest until I reach his nipple. I nip at it at first, then graze my teeth against the hardened nub. His cock grows harder beneath me. Enjoying his reaction, I suck at the taut skin. I can see he’s getting frustrated when he tries to touch me again and I won’t let him.
“If you don’t stop trying to touch me, Michael Vitali, I’ll tie you up.”
He raises his eyebrows in challenge. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t push me. I’m not afraid of the big Mafia Don.” I quickly scan around the room and see Michael’s tie lying on the chair. I get up as he tries to grab me, but I’m too quick. I run to the chair and grab it. Walking back toward him, I ask, “Are you ready for this?”
