Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Um…” I want to tell him it’s the color of his blood after I get a bit knife happy.
“Come on. Tell me what you really think of it.” The pleading in his voice plays to the good girl in me, and I want to make him happy.
“It’s dull, but what did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s your restaurant. You want it to embody the feel of Fiore’s.” Is he fucking serious?
“How about we have dinner and discuss color options?” Really? He can’t be serious. John warned me that Fabio wants to add me to his list of lovers. I’ve already told John I wasn’t interested in a relationship with either man because I’m too busy with work and not in the mood to deal with two handsome men who are heartbreakers.
“I’m not going to sleep with you, Mr. Fiore,” I inform him, because there will be no mistaking this is business, my business, no matter how much I’m tempted.
“Well, that’s good, because I didn’t say I wanted to have your pussy for dinner. It’s a business dinner. I suppose you’ve never had one before.” God, my head went straight to the idea of his mouth between my legs eating my pussy out like the tastiest meal. Maybe I lied a lot because I’m so insanely horny right now. I pull out my calendar and check the date. It’s almost my time of the month; that explains the growing arousal. It’s like clockwork.
“Oh, I’ve had them before, but not all of us mix business with pleasure,” I hiss out, hiding how aroused I am. Sitting on my bed, I look over to my bedside table, itching to pull my toy from the drawer and handle this ache he created.
“I don’t ever mix… Okay. That’s not exactly true.” Never mind. Poof. All lust has disappeared while picturing him with that bimbo.
“I don’t want to hear about your sex life,” I say, grinding my teeth.
“That’s not what I mean. My business is pleasure. Watching people enjoy the food at my restaurants thrills me and why I love it when it’s difficult.” I suppose I understand because I’ve watched Isabelle light up with the glowing reviews of her hard work.
“Fine—meet me at the restaurant at seven, and we’ll get down to business.” That came off dirtier than it should have. Maybe it’s just in my head, though.
“Good. I want to talk to you about something else as well.”
“See you soon.” What else could he want to talk to me about? I don’t ask because the sound of his voice arouses me more than it should.
As soon as I end the call, I pull out my toy and make myself come twice, imagining his hands on me, mouth on my sweet slit, giving me what I need. Then I hit the shower, feeling boneless.
Once I’m ready to go, I slip my laptop along with my printouts for him into my case and walk into the living room to say goodbye to my sister.
“Where are you off to, looking sexy as hell?” she asks, twisting her neck to look at me with a load of suspicion.
“I’m not looking sexy. This is nothing special. Anyway, I’m meeting with Fabio to go over the changes he wants. The man is a real pain in my ass. He cancels our meeting, only to want it to happen again. I’ll be eating at the restaurant.”
She crosses her arms in a huff. “I’m jealous. I miss Fiore’s.”
“Do you want me to bring you back something in a fancy doggy bag? I’m sure they’ll do it for you.”
“No. I’m not hungry, but I miss serving people.”
I take a seat by her legs on the couch and rub her blanket covered thighs. “How about you test your strength on me tomorrow, if you really need to cook. You know I can’t pass on your meals.”
Her eyes light up like she just won a date with her dream guy or won the lotto or something. “I only have a couple more days, but I’ll need to get back to it. So, you’re getting a full seven-course meal. You better be prepared.”
“I’ll wear some stretchy pants.” I kiss her cheek and run out of the house, leaving my coat open before getting into my car. It looks like a nice night, but you can never be too sure.
I arrive at the restaurant two hours after Fabio and I spoke, and he’s waiting for me at a table in the back corner. He stands up, and I take in every inch of him.
He’s wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves raised past his forearms, and I see several tattoos peeking out. Damn the man is pure sexy and it’s not fair that he looks so hot in my presence. We need to discuss business. He should be in a freaking full suit that is too big for him.