Page 79 of Valentino

“That’s the problem,” she spits. “All these fucking clothes and never a thing to wear.” Flick, flick, flick, she slams the coat hangers to the side as she searches.

I roll my lips to hide my smile; she’s hot when she’s angry.

“You know, I’ve had the most unbelievably bad day.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” She picks up her glass of wine and tips her head back and drains it. “So, get this.” She puts her empty glass down and continues the violence on her coat hangers. “Firstly, this morning. Margerie makes a formal complaint about a computer software company and of course, guess who has to take care of that whole nightmare.” She puts her hands onto her hips.

“You?” I shrug.

“And let’s not forget that system cost over a million dollars and everyone wanted it. But now there’s a problem, I am the one who has to do all the formal paperwork.”

I nod, too scared to speak.

“Don’t you think if Margerie has a problem that she should do the paperwork?”

“Uh-huh.” My eyes linger on her ass.

You should totally punish my dick for this….

“I do not have the bandwidth to do her job and everyone else’s as well as mine.” A coat hanger cracks under the pressure. “Screw you.” She rips it out of the wardrobe. “These stupid fucking coat hangers.” She wrestles the dress off it and hurls it across the room. “I’m throwing all of these out. Biggest waste of money of all time.”

She looks me over. “Are you drinking that?” Before I can answer she snatches my wineglass from me and has a huge gulp. “Go get the bottle,” she demands.

I might fuck you with it.

I head down to the kitchen to the sound of her calling out, “Now I have to mop up her little sob story routine with a thirty-page report.”

I collect the bottle of wine and make my way back to sit on her bed. “I told you to get changed,” she snaps as she looks me over.

“I didn’t have time yet.” I fill the two glasses. As if I’m leaving the room when you’re all hot and heated like this.

It’s like Christmas morning, only better.

“Oh, and….” She turns toward me. “Did you know Carlo was married?”

“I….”

“You what?”

“I knew he got married when he was young? I assumed he wasn’t anymore, but who knows.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She’s so distracted that she lifts her blouse off over her head.

“I didn’t know if he still was.” I try to keep my gaze up to her face.

Cream lace bra…. Hmm....

Delicious.

“Yeah well, that happened.” She turns back to her wardrobe, and my eyes drop to her ass.

“What happened?” I sip my wine, mesmerized by her fuckable ass.

“This Chiara girl turns up and she’s all I knew about you and I’m his wife and—” She bends down to collect her shoes and my cock clenches in appreciation.

“Valentino,” she demands. “Are you listening?”