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Iam lost in the figures for Verga Enterprises. We are bucketing money. The overhead is high, so is the production cost, but the profits are stellar. The industry summit has a clear frontrunner.
A movement out of the corner of my eye distracts me. Ella. She doesn’t even ask my permission and walks cheekily into my room. Her movements are slow and arousing, and my eyes can't help but follow the rhythmic sway of her hips.
There's an undeniable allure in the way she carries herself. The subtle dance of her hips, a tantalizing play of curves in her tights, becomes an unexpected distraction.
As she moves, each sway seems to carve an invisible path in the air, leaving an indelible mark on my consciousness. It's distracting, the way her cheeks move with an effortless fluidity, creating a magnetic pull that momentarily dazes me. I want to spank her.
“An industry summit?” She scoffs and I shift my gaze back at her pretty face. “You want me to accompany you on an industry summit?”
“Yes.” She stands close to me, twisting one foot inward and has an awkward expression. She looks stunning in her new hair-do. I smile at how easily this woman can kill with a look.
“Do you like it, sir?” the posh hairdresser I hired for her stands in the entrance. Ella gives her a weird look.
“I do. She looks good, Janet,” I nod at the hairdresser. Ella rolls her eyes at me.
“My work here is done then!” Janet claps her hands.
“Thank you,” I say, directing her out. Ella is still staring at me, perhaps, awaiting a direct compliment of my approval on the look. That sexy stare.
“She is a jewel, Don Tommaso,” Janet says on her way out. I know. I nod at the housekeeper standing outside the door. She hands an envelope with three hundred dollars to Janet.
“Thank you for coming at such short notice.” I smile at her courteously.
“Why am I getting all dolled up?” Ella spits out when I come back inside.
“The occasion will have influential figures from various sectors to discuss collaborations, partnerships, and potential ventures with each other. I want you to look appropriate. All my associates will be there.”
“Why am I even going in the first place?” She asks. I pick up on her unsure tone. She sounds confused and nervous, unlike her usual assertive self.
"Well, you've seen the dark side. Now, I thought it's time you get a peek at the shinier bits—the side where deals are sealed with a smile," I chuckle at the irony. Her raised eyebrow tells me she's not easily convinced.
"I find that hard to believe," she retorts.
“I want you to see for yourself.”
"Why drag me into this?" she asks. Obstinate as usual. I give her a frisky smirk, and I keep it light.
"Consider it a backstage pass. I want you to see how I deal with people around me," I reply.
"Backstage pass." she mimics me, mocking my courtesy.
"Why not? You've earned it. Besides, I have a bet to win," I step real close to her. She does not flinch, contrary to my expectation.
“Perfect,” I take a strand of her hair and caress it between my fingers. She watches me, anxious.
“Drink?” I ask her, opening the bottle of red wine on my dresser. She nods, easing her shoulders. I pour it in two crystal glasses.
"You know, with looks like yours, I wouldn't be surprised if men have thrown themselves at your feet," I say, lifting my glass in a playful toast.
She rolls her eyes, unimpressed. "Really? That's the best you've got? I've heard better lines from salesmen."
I can't help but laugh. "Ah, always quick with the comebacks. But seriously, I bet admirers line up just to get a glimpse of you."
She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying into any of it. "Admirers?"
I lean back, enjoying the conversation. "You can't deny the effect you have on people. A woman of your intelligence and beauty must have all the boys lining up."
She sighs, a mix of irritation and boredom. "I'm not here for your flirting. Let's stick to the facts, alright?"
