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“Fratello, put it on FaceTime so you can meet!” she screams in excitement, and I want to hang up. But it is Sofia, so I will give her my time.
I pull the phone from my ear and hit the video call button before I see my sister, looking all made up and glitzy. Wearing too much makeup and not enough clothes.
“Nico, this is Jasmina!” Sofia says as she turns the camera to the side a little, and a woman’s face comes into view. She is stunning, with sun-tanned skin and dark hair, very Mediterranean, clearly from a long line of Italians. But she does nothing for me. I can admire her beauty, of course, but as she smiles and her eyes sparkle at me, I feel nothing.
“Hello, Nico. Pleasure,” she purrs out like she is in a porn movie, sitting back with what looks like a pout on her lips that shows me she is trying too hard to be sexy. When in reality, all it takes is a woman to walk out of bed, with her hair messy, mascara smudges on her face, and sassing me endlessly to make me weak at the knees.
“Ladies, it looks like you are having a great time there. Why don’t you go and enjoy, I have had a big day.” I rub my face, wishing this call would just end already.
“Hmmm… okay, Nico, love you!” Sofia sing-songs.
“Be safe, Sofia.”
I end the call and look at my phone, pondering. I think of Emilia, and before I can think twice, I dial her number.
“Hello?” Her voice comes across unsure, and I smile at hearing it.
“Emilia.” I lie back on my bed, waiting for her to question me.
“Nico. Bit late for a work call, isn’t it?” she says, and I grin, glad she’s feeling better than she was yesterday and also amused she thinks that working for me is a nine-to-five job.
“I’m checking in,” I say, already feeling my body relaxing at talking to her. “How are you today? I know you must have been tired.”
“Do you call all the people who work for you on a Saturday night, or just me?” she asks, and my smile widens.
“All of them. I need to ensure our work gets done,” I say just to ruffle her feathers.
"I need to know what days or hours you expect from me, Nico. I have other things I need to organize.”
“You clearly didn’t understand our previous discussions around this, because I should be your only focus, Emilia. Your only priority.”
“Oh, I understood just fine, but I need a schedule. I can’t make the work I do for you center to my entire life.” I imagine her standing, jutting out her hips.
“I need you to always be available.” I give her the answer she is not wanting to hear.
“What can I say, I’m not really the beck-and-call kind of girl.” The way her voice wraps around the words, it almost sounds like she’s flirting. But I know better.
“Don’t I know it.”
“I am a businesswoman, Nico. I need structure and schedules. I can’t just focus on you and your needs.”
“Too bad, that was the deal you made." I grit out. She infuriates me, yet I’m getting harder by the second at her constantly pushing me.
“What do you want from me? Do you want me to call yoursir? Do you want me to cater to you, just like all other men seem to want these days? Shall I forget that I actually have my own business to run and just run around looking after you instead? Stroking your ego, telling you how fabulous you are, then run around behind your back, fixing all your mistakes and making things right, like I should’ve just done the first time?”
“Ahhh, there she is, my feisty bambolina. I will always make sure you are looked after; I won’t work you into the ground. Besides, I will always ensure I have good coffee,” I say smoothly, heat building unexpectedly throughout my body, my dick pushing painfully against my zipper.
She sighs, and it sound like giving in. “Thanks for the coffee this morning. Can’t say I’m thrilled about having you break in again, however the hell you did that, but your baristotalents make up for it, I suppose.” A dark chuckle escapes my throat before I get to business.
“I need you back here tomorrow.” I should just bring her here and lock her in the room. Sebastian will get what he wants, and so will I.
“Sure. Fine. I can focus on getting other clients during the week from my office then,” she says, and I bristle. Shestilldoesn’t seem to understand our arrangement, yet a strange feeling of respect spreads across my chest at her strong work ethic.
“Like I said, I am your only client, Emilia. Don’t forget that,” I say in warning, and she groans, the sound going straight to my cock.
“Nico, you are not my only client. No matter how many time you say it, it doesn’t make it true.” I wait for something more, but she is quiet. Eerily so.
“What? That’s it? No more arguing with me? You know I like it,” I ask her in jest.
