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"Vanessa, I'm in, but let's talk about how we shape this. I have a few ideas." His words, laced with a confident assertion, hint at a desire to influence the trajectory of the emerging syndicate.
I grin even as I shake my head. Jesse's agreement to join the venture brings a sense of relief, yet it comes with the underlying currents of his inherent control-freak nature.
"I'm all ears, Jesse. What are you thinking?"
"We need clear hierarchies, a system that ensures everyone knows their place. It's about balancing autonomy and cohesion. And security. Our connections should be impenetrable."
His proposals echo the intricacies of his control-freak tendencies, yet there's a certain wisdom in his suggestions.
The conversation becomes a negotiation, a delicate dance of ideas and compromises as we navigate the uncharted waters of creating a new syndicate. Embracing Jesse's inclusion, with his confident and domineering demeanor, adds a dynamic layer to the burgeoning mafia. The uncharted territory we tread upon is going to become infused with the complexity of personalities, and as the architect of this nascent alliance, I recognize the value he brings despite the challenges.
“Jesse, your perspective is invaluable. I definitely think these ideas of yours align with my vision."
“Always happy to be of service.”
I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee to hide my smirk. “Are you hungry?”
“Always,” he says, giving me a once-over.
I glare at him. “Not for me.”
“Why not?” His gaze drops to my lips.
I stand, and his gaze drops even lower, to the apex of my thighs. I’m still wearing the deep burgundy cocktail dress, but I kicked off the heels as soon as I came home.
I watch as his gaze shifts to my hand. My left hand.
“You came home from a date,” he says slowly.
“I did,” I admit.
“Is it serious?”
I just eye him.
“Can’t be too serious if he let you leave his side and come home looking like that.”
“He didn’t let me do anything,” I protest.
Jesse leans back, his arm hooked on the top of the chair. “A first date?”
“What makes you think that?”
“The modest neckline… the dress reaching your knee… You wanted to make a good impression and not let on immediately that you’re a lioness in bed.”
I maintain my silence.
“I’m right, aren’t I? One date with the guy. Would you go out with him again?”
I hesitate. “Right now, dating is the last thing on my mind.”
“God, you’re so fucking fine. How did you convince me to leave you?”
“Because you didn’t want to have to worry about dropping the soap,” I say dryly.
“Come here, Nessa,” he murmurs, shoving his chair back and patting his lap.
I roll my eyes at his audacity, but a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Jesse always had a way of making me feel both infuriated and desired at the same time. It was a dangerous combination that I couldn't resist.
