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“Here you are, boss,” Stevie said brightly, and I grinned.
“Thanks for doing that for me,” I said, and I flipped my wallet open. I pulled out several hundred-dollar bills and slipped them into his hand. “For your trouble.”
“It’s never any trouble, boss,” he smiled.
“Can you send up a few sandwiches for dinner, and an antipasto?” I asked.
“You got it. I’ll tell the chef myself,” he said before he turned around and headed back downstairs to man the restaurant.
“Thanks!” I called out behind him. He nodded with a lopsided grin before turning the corner and ducking out of sight. I carried the bags back into my bedroom. Ava had taken a seat on the edge of the bed, visibly sighing with relief once I walked through the door.
“Were you worried?” I questioned gently, cocking my head to the side as I studied her expression.
“A little,” she admitted.
“It will take a whole lot more than a man at my door to take down a man like me,” I told her. I put down the bags on the bed. “I had peeked at the sizes you were wearing and took the liberty to send someone out, so you’d have some clothes to wear.”
Her eyes widened into round saucers.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled.
“It’s nothing, Ava. Stevie will bring up dinner for us in a few minutes, so come into the kitchen after you finish getting ready,” I said firmly. I bent down and kissed her before I stripped myself of my towel and strode into my closet. I could feel her watching me, so I glanced back with a smirk. She looked away quickly and jumped up onto her feet, quickly digging into the bags to cover up the fact that I’d caught her staring at me.
I dressed in a nice, well-pressed black suit with a dark gray button-up shirt underneath. I slung a burgundy tie around my neck and knotted it before slipping my feet into a pair of leather shoes. When I was finished, I went back into the bedroom.
Her eyes were on me again. She’d found the lingerie bag first, dressing in a matching light blue bra and panty set. It looked positively divine on her pale skin and the vision of making her get down on her hands and knees almost rattled me senseless.
I shook my head. There would be time for more fucking later.
I took a moment to drag my gaze up and down her body, partially because I enjoyed it, but because she did too. She wanted to know how much I wanted her, and I had no problem showing her exactly how much I did. When the little temptress licked her lips, I growled softly in warning.
“Finish getting dressed or else I’ll tear those panties off, bend you over the bed, and fuck you again. I don’t care if you’re sore or not,” I threatened. Her face flushed anew, and she shyly turned away.
The bra was only made of thin lace, revealing how her pretty little nipples hardened at the thought of me taking her like that. She was an utter treasure. When she turned to face me again, she looked unsure and aroused and insatiably curious.
“Yes, sir,” she said shyly.
I took a step toward her, and she gasped, but I only cupped her cheek and drew her into a gentle kiss. Her lips sought out mine with a certain insistence that hadn’t been there before, and I savored all of it. When I pulled away, I noticed that her eyes were dilated and that her breaths had become unsteady and shaky.
“That’s my good girl,” I said quietly. Her mouth curved up in a soft smile and I kissed her cheek.
When I turned away, I heard her try to catch her breath. I liked that I had such a profound effect on her.
I walked down the hall into the kitchen, catching sight of my belt still sitting on the table. I decided to leave it there, just as a reminder to her that it would always be accessible if I needed it. I knew that it would make her wet.
When she came out of my bedroom, she was dressed in a soft pair of yoga pants along with a long-sleeve purple sweatshirt. She started only slightly when she saw the belt, but she recovered quickly and sat down just in time for Stevie to knock on the door. I noticed her studying the belt more intently now and I chuckled to myself.
I’d introduce her to it at the proper time.
“Your dinner, boss!” he called out and I got up to answer the door. Stevie passed me the bags of food and I gave him my thanks before he was off again. I passed the meal to Ava and went off to get some plates and napkins from my kitchen cabinets for us. She’d unpacked the food by the time I returned to the table and sat down with her.
“This all looks really tasty,” she said excitedly. She took a small bite of one of the chicken parmigiana sandwiches and a look of bliss passed over her face.
“You should give the chef a raise,” she exclaimed.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” I grinned. “The chef’s name is Mikey. I found him fresh out of a culinary school in Italy and offered him a job. His whole family came with him and now they live a few blocks north of here. When the restaurant is closed for the holidays, I let them use the space for their family dinners. You should see the amount of food that hits these tables. You would think he was feeding an army of two hundred people rather than a family of fifteen.”
“Fifteen?” she asked.
