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It was even more unfortunate that they had been lying untouched on my desk until now, smiling at me with their bright colors and urging me to take them so the relaxation and fun could begin.
But to look for a woman in a state of intoxication well, that seemed plain stupid to me. I always took great care in making a choice, so that I didn't regret it afterwards.
Usually some woman would swiftly find herself willing to engage with me, but tonight I stood in front of the glass front and stared down into the mass of people, not recognizing anyone.
People were moving, partying and having fun and I was above, watching them and yet the feeling didn't reach me.
In the end, I gave Silvio the message that he should fish some woman out of the crowd for me. Most of them felt special just being approached by my staff, and the second they walked into my office after hearing I wantedsomethingfrom them, they frequently forgot they weren't that kind of woman. Or didn't want one-night stands. Or shouldn't get involved with Lorenzo de Archard's youngest son.
There were always many reasons people should say no to me, but in the end I trampled on or overruled them all. No one turned down my naughty offers. No one turned me down.
Except for Gia Marchetti, who had been in bed with me. Had enjoyed it. And yet the day after had given me rejection when I had wanted to repeat the night before.
That rejection still hurt. Although it had not damaged my ego, it gave me something to think about. Because with the kiss she had reacted like a cat to a treat that was held in front of her nose.
She had wanted it just as much as I had, needed it just as much. Her reaction had haunted me in the last days before falling asleep. The way her body had stretched towards mine and how she had pulled me closer until nothing would have fit between us anymore.
My brain was gifted in continuing thought, so I always ended up with the same vision. Gia, in my bed. Under me. On top of me. Next to me.
I was glad when there was a knock at my door and I was torn from my thoughts. After all, it was not polite to greet the female guest already with a hard-on. This looked more repulsive than attractive, which I wanted to avoid at all costs.
With my arms crossed, I watched as Silvio ushered the young lady in and told her to sit down on one chair in front of my desk.
Tonight, the music and background noise of the club only penetrated my office in a muffled manner because I had activated the corresponding device to filter the noise. During the day, when I wanted to enjoy the bass, I turned it off.
I waited until Silvio had disappeared from the room again before I turned to my playmate for the night with folded arms. She seemed distracted. By the drugs on my desk, as I realized in a matter of seconds. Other than that, she seemed quite passable. She had dressed neither slutty nor frigid, looked at me attentively but also with innocence and brought a certain natural curiosity, which was reflected in her gaze.
She had no idea where this was going, if I had my way. I skipped the small talk– surely she knew who I was anyway and who she was didn't matter to me– and nodded toward the drugs.
"What would you do to be allowed to choose something from those?" I asked, because I suddenly had no interest in them myself.
Just the way she eyed the drugs dampened my desire and reminded me I wasn't desperate enough to get on that level with her.
The young woman looked at me with big doe eyes. "I don't have enough money for that kind of fun," she replied, sounding as naïve as she looked.
She probably thought she was a bad girl who did crazy things all the time. But she didn't have enough money for the hard drugs.
Boring. I rolled my eyes. "That's not what I asked. I want to know what you're willing to do for it."
I repeated it, putting a certain undertone in my voice so that she realized what I was talking about.
Her eyebrows moved upward. "You want something specific from me, don't you?" she asked.
A delicate blush flushed her cheeks. I saw her pulse flutter at her neck. She was agitated. Not knowing how to handle the situation.
After all, it was not every day that one came into the sights of Dario de Archard
"Right. The question I have, however, is this: Are you willing to give it to me?"
I purposely said nothing specific. I wanted to hear it from her mouth. I wanted to know what thoughts were going on in her dirty brain, which was hiding behind the innocent facade.
Were her panties already wet just at the idea of the two of us on my desk? Or was she driven by her desire for the drugs?
Both variants were fine with me, the main thing was that I could tear her underwear off her body soon and sink deep into her.
"So, what would you do for it?" I repeated the question, this time a little more provocatively.
I expected many things, but not that she would rise and come towards me, only to get down on her knees in front of me. On the way down, her fingers caught on the belt of my pants.
