Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Okay, Dom.” She smiles as she says my name. “I was wondering if it would be alright for me to go back down to the party?”
The party. I’ve forgotten all about it since seeing her for the first time. The annual holiday party had been a tradition at the casino since my father was in charge of it. The staff looks forward to it every year, and as part of the tradition, I’m supposed to give a toast.
I need to go back to the party myself, but I want to stay in my office alone with Daniella just a little longer. Getting to look at her, with no one else around like she was on display just for me, is exciting. Now that she's standing in front of me, my eyes linger on her legs. I'm not making any attempt to hide my gaze. Daniella can see as clear as day that I'm admiring her body, and she's not doing anything about it.
“Of course, but before you go…” I say, calling her over to me. She walks right over and stands in front of my desk. “Do you know how to add a function in a spreadsheet?”
“I think so.” She scrunches her eyebrows and purses her plush lips as she speaks.
“Would you mind showing me?”
She smiles and walks around the desk to access my computer. I roll back a few inches in my chair, not standing up to let her take the seat. She leans forward on the desk and starts working. I know how to add a function to a spreadsheet, it's a very basic thing to do. Instead of watching her stumble her way through explaining it, I focus on her ass right in front of me.
Daniella is curvy in all the right places. The skirt she's wearing is tight enough to accentuate all of them. All I can think about is ripping it off her and pulling her into my lap, feeling her soft body up against mine. I'm so carried away in my thoughts that I almost reach out to touch her, but I stop myself.
When she's done showing me how to add a function, she turns around and asks me if I got it. She has to ask me twice before I am focused enough to answer her. Just thinking about her makes me hard, and it's noticeable. She notices the bulge in my pants and her eyes hold on to it for a moment before she looks back at me, with bright pink cheeks.
“Thank you, Daniella,” I say, leaning back in the chair, not ashamed of how I’ve reacted to her. “Enjoy the party.”
She says goodbye and walks out of my office. I watch her leave, rubbing the palms of her hands on her black skirt as she moves farther away from me. I think about walking up behind her, pulling her hair to the side, kissing the silky smooth skin on her neck, and hearing the gentle moans escape her throat while my hand grips it.
As soon as she steps on the elevator, I unbutton my pants and pleasure myself to the thought of her. I’ve been turned on since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and the frustration is becoming too much.
When I finish, I wash my hands and head back to the party.
It’s still in full swing when I arrive. It’s almost like I never even left. Employees and family members stop me to thank me for their bonuses and make small talk about holiday plans, but I brush past all of them as quickly as possible. I want to give Daniella space at the party, but I want to make sure she’s in sight.
I watch her mingle with some of the women in the office. They laugh and help themselves to the drinks on the table. She seems to be integrating herself well, which is a relief. I can only hope the other women warn her about what men to stay away from. One of the hazards of working in my line of work is the shady people you can wind up around. I don't like to associate myself with people who would hurt an innocent person, especially women or children. But there are a few people who I've unfortunately not been able to get rid of. Getting them out of the family would mean they could potentially end up working as an informant against us. I can't risk that.
Paulie walks into the party after about half an hour, and it catches my attention long enough for me to lose track of Daniella again. He sees me staring at him and approaches me. Any annoyance or frustration he feels is hidden behind a big, fake smile. We’re in front of everyone else in the business. They can’t see any signs of animosity between us.