by LC Taylor
And his eyes... fuck. They were like two dark pools of lust, drawing me in.
I couldn’t stop staring. My body prickled with desire. Visions of him stripping me naked and fucking me raw on his desk filled my head.
“Are you alright?” His mocking tone told me he knew I was eyeballing him like a prime steak.
“Yes, sorry. Did you say something?”
Shit, I felt like a fool as a rush of embarrassment creeped up my neck. I couldn’t afford to fuck up this interview and I’d already been caught openly checking out the boss.
“I asked you what kind of experience you had waiting tables?”
Shaking myself out of the lusty haze, I straightened my back, and began filling him in on my experience. I just needed to focus on the job, and not the way he made me feel sitting across from him.
Chapter 5
Massimo
Fuck.
She heard part of my phone conversation. I was ready to grill the stranger at my door until I saw her.
She was fucking beautiful!
Her long legs were on display beneath a black dress that fit her curves like a glove. She was wearing a pair of red, fuck me heels, that added to the allure of her physique. My eyes traveled up her body, tracing the line of her neck. Her face was the perfect shape, with the most kissable full lips I’d seen in a while. Her brown hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, begging for me to reach up and tug it free. Her skin was pale but dusted with the perfect number of freckles.
Her eyes were on the floor, staring at my cell phone that I managed to toss off my desk. When her head finally came up, our eyes met. I felt like I was looking into the sky. The blue shade of her iris held me captive, sending a bolt of lust straight to my cock. My Nonna’s words came rushing back to me—You’ll know when you meet the one. It’s like a like a bolt of lightning shocking your system.
Staring at her, I had to force myself to breathe. “Can I help you?” It came out more like a growl, laced with the frustration of being thrown off my game.
She hesitated, scared to speak. “Um...”
“Well, don’t just fucking stand there. What do you want?” I snapped, dropping into my chair to hide the growing erection I was now sporting. I didn’t know who she was, but she needed to leave so I could get ready for the interview due at any moment.
“My name is Madison Hart. I had an appointment to meet with you about the job. I can come back if you want?” I watched as she fidgeted with her hands. She glanced over her shoulder, debating whether to leave or stay.
“Shit!” I rose, hurrying over to her side. Bending down, I fisted my phone and shoved it into my pocket. “No. I’m sorry about what you heard.”
“You don’t need to explain.” She smiled nervously, watching my movements.
“Come in, please.”
Resting my hand at the small of her back, I walked her to the chair in front of my desk. Pushing the door shut with my foot. I took my seat across from her.
“Can we start over?” I cocked my head and grinned. “Tell me about your experience as a waitress.” Watching her, I realized she hadn’t heard anything I said. I stifled a laugh and cleared my throat. “Are you alright?” I couldn’t help the mocking tone.
“Yes, sorry. Did you say something?”
“I asked you what kind of experience you had waiting tables?”
I watched as she straightened her back.
“I’ve been in Vegas for three years. In that time, I worked for Gino’s as a server. I’m one semester away from graduating with my degree in Business. I need a job that I can work at night so I can finish my classes.”
I leaned back in my seat. “You take day classes?”
“Yes.”
“Won’t working cause issues for your ability to get your schoolwork done?”
“No. I’ve grown accustom to getting just a few hours of sleep. School will not interfere with my job if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not worried about that,” I sighed, “I don’t want you to push yourself too hard.”
“I need this job. My scholarship hasn’t covered my living expenses. I’m on the verge of losing my apartment and that can’t happen.”
Watching her body language, I knew she was serious. I hated that this woman was struggling, it made something inside me coil with anger. My protective needs rose, making me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her home.
Fuck. Where did that come from? I didn’t know this girl. Caring about someone’s welfare outside the family wasn’t something I normally took interest in, but something about her had me wanting to throw all my old beliefs out the window and do just that.
“When can you start?”
“You don’t need to check my references or do a background check?”
“You ever been in prison or arrested?”
“No...” her voice wavered.
“That’s good enough for me. The starting pay for the position is thirty thousand. We also provide our employees benefits.”
“Thirty thousand?” she stuttered back.
“Yes. I believe in taking care of my employees, so they take care of my business.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll ask again... when can you start?”
“Tomorrow.” She smiled. “I can start tomorrow.”
“Perfect.” I stood up, easing around the desk to help her stand. As soon as her hand touched mine, an electric shock coursed through my body. Amplifying the already bizarre pull I was feeling toward her. I jerked my hand from hers, “Come in at three so we can do the paperwork and then you’ll train with Holly—one of the girls here.”
“How should I dress?”
“Anything black. Dress, pants, whatever you’re most comfortable in. Most of the girls wear similar outfits to what you have on now because it does help in tips.” I smiled. The selfish part of me hoped she would wear pants instead of the dress she had on. I didn’t want anyone to see her looking so delectable.
“Ok, I guess I’ll be wearing this tomorrow. I don’t have much in the way of stuff like this. At Gino’s it was jeans and t-shirts.”
Madison brushed past me as she walked toward the door, I stifled a groan as her body connected against mine.
“Here’s my card.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her the cardboard square. “If you need anything at all, call my cell.”
“Oh, I don’t have a phone. I can email you though.”
What the fuck?
This woman was walking around Vegas without a cell phone? I must’ve misunderstood her. “Did you just say you don’t have a cell phone?”
“No, and believe me, I get how weird that is, but I had to decide what was more important. A phone or a place to live with internet for school. School won, I’m afraid.”
“Fine. We will work it all out tomorrow. Let me have my driver take you home.”
“That’s not necessary. I can walk. It’s only twenty minutes from here.”
“No. I insist. As my employee, it’s my job to look out for your safety.”
She paused, contemplating whether to argue with me again, “Ok. Thank you.”
Walking her to the front of the club, I noticed men ogling her as we walked past. Giving them a menacing glare, they quickly diverted their eyes. A side of me I didn’t understand rose to the surface being near her. It was a complication I didn’t need right now. After quickly speaking to Oscar at the door, I turned to bid her farewell.
“I’ll see you in the afternoon, Miss Hart.”
“Thank you, Mr. Anastasi. I can’t wait to start work.”
“Please, call me Massimo.”
Oscars eyes raised just a fraction. It was unlike me to allow the staff to call me by my first name. It was either Mr. Anastasi or Boss, but never Massimo.
“Oh... ok. Thanks again, Massimo.”
I watched from the doorway as she climbed into my car. Everything about her screamed trouble. I never mixed personal pleasure with my employees. It
always created headaches in the long run. As I watched the car pull away, my gut fluttered with need.
I knew this girl would be my undoing.
Chapter 6
Massimo
The club was in full swing when I stepped back inside. Carlisle was running around behind the bar like a maniac, trying to keep up. I noticed he pulled Julie behind the bar to help him.
“How’s she working out for you?” I nodded to the fiery redhead.
“She’s pretty damn awesome, actually.”
“Good. Make her permanent back here. If she continues to prove herself, promote her to your assistant manager behind the bar.”
“Seriously, Boss?” Carlisle tilted his head in question. I didn’t often make changes like this, but deep down something told me stuff needed to change. I needed to fix a few things around here.
“Yep. In fact,” I sat down on a stool, “plan on hiring two more servers.”
“Oh? did you not hire the girl... what was her name? Madison?” Carlisle set a whiskey down in front of me.
“No. She starts tomorrow.”
“I don’t understand. Why hire more?”
“This place is busy. I want all the help we can get. We can afford it, trust me. That way, if you need someone to fill in upstairs, we’re covered.”
“Do you need me to send you more resumes?”
“You handle it. You did good with Madison, so I trust you. Just give Alec a call so he can run their backgrounds. We need to make sure we don’t let a snake in amongst us.”
He knew what I meant. While most of the staff knew I was an Anastasi, they didn’t have access to the behind-the-scenes part of our business. Carlisle had earned my trust enough that I brought him in. If he was going to be my manager, he needed to know what carried on in the basement. He provided cover for us when we needed some. Eventually we’d have to bring Julie into the fold if she was going to be part of the management team.
“Will do. Thanks again. I’ll go talk to Julie.”
“Let her know she’ll get a raise. You decide how much. Soon we’ll have to swear her fidelity.”
Carlisle smiled. “Sure thing.”
I watched as he walked over to her at the opposite end of the bar. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Julie peeked around him, catching my eye, and smiled. Tipping my head, I slid from my stool and downed the remaining amber liquid before cutting through the crowd toward my private elevator.
I barely made it to the hallway when a scantily dressed woman stepped into my path. Her manicured hand rested on my chest, halting my steps.
“Where are you going all alone?” she whispered in a seductive voice.
“Home.”
“Aww.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “That’s a shame, I was watching you at the bar and was hoping you’d notice me.”
“Sorry. I was wrapped up in business.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be wrapped up in me?” Her hand slid down the rippled muscles of my chest and rested at the top of my belt. Taking another look at her, I noticed she was quite beautiful. Her long brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing a tube style dress that barely covered her tits or ass. While she was hot, she didn’t get my body humming like it had been only minutes before.
“Is that so? Do you usually proposition men you don’t know?” I wasn’t about to get twisted up with a hooker, not when I could get pussy for free.
“No. I know who you are, Mr. Anastasi, and something about you has my panties soaked.”
She grabbed my hand and slid it between her legs. True to her word, she was dripping wet. The thong she had on was wet with desire. Rubbing my fingers across the lace drew a gasp from her lips. Maybe this was the distraction I needed to push Madison from my mind. I didn’t need the trouble of fucking an employee—even if my body wanted her.
Gripping her wrist in my hand, I tugged her against my chest, my fingers still covering her pussy.
“Think you can handle what I need?”
“I can take it,” she panted as she ground her body against mine.
Pulling my hand from beneath her dress, I tugged her back toward the dance floor.
“I thought we were going to your place?”
“I’ve got something better in mind. Wait here,” I commanded, leaving her standing by the bank of elevators. One would take us to Fantasia, but looking at this girl, I knew she wasn’t ready for the level of kink Fantasia offered. Chatting with Carlisle, I confirmed one of the rooms in back was vacant, I led her further down the hallway. “We’re going to a private room. You sure you want this?”
She leaned in and covered my cock with her hand, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants. “Yes.” She smiled up from beneath her lashes, her eyes hooded with lust.
Pressing her against the wall, I said, “strip your dress off.” My voice was gruff, an intense need to relieve the pressure building in my dick.
“Here?” she looked around.
“No one cares. I thought you said you could handle what I needed?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.
Hooking her fingers in the stretchy fabric, she slid her dress down. Her voluptuous breast popped out; her nipples already hard with need. Once it was completely off, she stood before me in her lace panties and heels.
I pushed open the door. “Follow me.” I stepped out, forcing her to walk through the empty hall nearly naked. It was cruel of me, but I had to remain in control. This was just sex for me, and she needed to remember she was a means to an end and nothing more. “Don’t cover yourself. Let them see who I’m about to fuck.”
She stood tall as she walked past another occupied room. Several men glanced her way before realizing she was with me. They nodded their heads my way in approval as I grabbed her hand and pushed her inside the empty room. Slamming the door shut, I clicked the lock to ensure our privacy.
Slipping my jacket off, I tossed it onto the back of a chair. Slowly rolling my sleeves, I stepped closer to her. “I’m in control. Do you understand?” She nodded her head, “I need words.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Get on your knees and take out my cock.”
She slid to her knees and slowly opened my pants. Her fingers grazed my erection as she lowered the zipper. She shuddered, most likely realizing I was not your average guy. I was proud of my dick–all ten inches. Slipping her hand into my boxers, she tugged my length into her hand.
“Oh...” she whispered.
I fisted her hair, jerking her head to look at my face, “Are you going to be able to take all of me?”
Leaning forward, she took me into her mouth. I knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow all of me, but I flexed my hips, shoving as many inches as I could into her throat. She gagged, grabbing at my pants to steady herself, before moving her head. I held her hair tight, guiding her face back and forth as I fucked her mouth.
Pounding away as she held onto my thighs, I pushed toward my release. Fisting her hair, I pulled my cock free.
“Jack me off.”
As much as I wanted to cum, she wasn’t doing it for me. Her tiny hands wrapped around my girth. She couldn’t just use one hand, so she used both to create a steady rhythm along my shaft.
Closing my eyes, I pictured Madison in front of me on her knees. Her luscious curves on display as she held onto my cock. I could see her breasts bouncing as she jerked me to release, my cum jetting across her flawless skin.
“Fuck,” I grunted as my orgasm rippled through my body. Hot streams of cum spurted onto her chest as my body jerked in her hand. Stepping out of her hold, my dick fell limp against my leg. “Get up and get your clothes on.” I stalked toward the bar and cleaned myself up with some napkins.
“What about me?” She wobbled toward me, still wearing only her panties and heels.
I grabbed her arm. “This wasn’t for you.” I dragged her to the door and picked up her discarded dress. “Get out and don’t fucking come looking for me again.” I tossed her o
ut and threw her clothing at her shocked face.
“But...”
I slammed the door, cutting her off. I’d never had trouble getting off before. It could only mean one thing... I was going to break my no fraternization rule with an employee.
Chapter 7
Madison
The ride to my apartment was not long enough. Never in my life had I ever been in a car as luxurious as Massimo’s. The leather seats were smooth and comfortable. I had to admit it was better than walking.
“Miss Hart,” the driver spoke from the front, “can you tell me where to drop you?”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. Telling him my address would mean he’d know where I lived, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled with that prospect. “You can just drop me at the corner over there.” I pointed to a small coffee shop about a block away from my place.
“Sorry. Boss said to deliver you to your door. Can’t go against his orders.”
“He won’t know,” I mumbled, glancing down.
“Ma’am,” he spoke. “I can call him and get him to just give me the address off your file.”
“You could, but I used my P.O. Box.” I smiled, thinking I’d one upped him.
“Look.” He stopped at the red light and turned around. “If I don’t take you all the way home and he finds out—and trust me, he’d find out. I’d lose my job. Is that what you want?”
Mulling over his words, I felt instant defeat. I didn’t want him to get fired over me being embarrassed and not wanting anyone to see where I lived.
“No. Look, I don’t live somewhere this car will fit in. You understand?”
“Is that what you're worried about? You worry I’ll judge you because of where you live?” he laughed. “Lady... I lived in a trailer before getting this job. Don’t worry about me, ok? We all have to make sacrifices to get somewhere.”