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“Me too,” I whispered against his lips. He sucked my bottom one into his mouth and tugged at it between his teeth, making me gasp.
“I love your little noises,” he smirked, and I could feel myself blushing. “Let me take you out tonight.”
I pulled my head back to look at him as he lowered me back to the ground. “I – I can’t. The kids. I have to put them to bed and- “
He shook his head. “Mamma will put them to bed. I have already asked her.”
I frowned when I realised what that meant. “She knows?”
“That I want to take you on a date? Yes.”
My eyes widened and I pushed at his chest to give me some space. He chuckled at my reaction. “And is she okay with it? I am not fired?”
“Of course not. She is thrilled actually. She thinks you are good for me,” he smirked, and I shook my head in disbelief. “So? Is that a yes?”
I stared up into his handsome face as he waited for my answer. What was I doing? If I agreed to go on a date with my boss, it would change everything.Bit late for that Liv. I’ve already snogged his face off three times, watched him have a blow job, and let him give me two orgasms. My consciousness reminded me. But somehow, this meant more. This was him asking me out properly. Not just fooling around. “You are killing me here, bambola!”
I giggled when I realised I had left him hanging for long enough.
“OK. Yes, I would like that,” I said, feeling suddenly shy around him. His face opened like a flower in bloom and I don’t think I have ever seen him look so happy.
“It's a date. I will pick you up at 7,” he winked, walking away from me. I burst out laughing at his goofiness.
“We are staying under the same roof, remember?”
“7! Don’t be late. I have waited long enough for you!” he yelled back before disappearing out of sight. I leaned back against the timber and smiled. What was it Gigi said? ‘Don’t fall for him, just fuck his brains out.’ Shit.
∞∞∞
I stood back to contemplate which outfit to go with for our date tonight, and I swear I would have no thumbnails left if I didn’t make a decision soon.
Choice one: jeans, over the knee boots and a bodysuit top which was a little low cut, just the right amount for a first date. It was practical, sexy and comfortable.
Choice two: Jeans again but paired with a bralet and cream blazer (courtesy of Gigi). It was casual but sophisticated.
Or choice three: the showstopper. Gigi had sneaked in one of her most revealing dresses and one that she knew I loved. It was a simple black, figure-hugging dress that stopped just above the knees but had a narrow deep V corset style at the bust. It was classy yet seductive. I inhaled and exhaled deeply again as I tapped my foot on the floor. Can I really pull choice three off? Would it be too much? All I know is that we are going out to dinner. And if I wore that one, I would have to wear heels and how on Earth am I supposed to walk in heels in the snow?!
A knock at the door made me jump and Elenora’s black hair and smiling face poked around.
“Elle!” I smiled, genuinely happy to see her again. She walked into my room, shutting the door behind her and hugged me tightly!
“Liv! I don’t know how you did it but thank you!” She pulled back from my embrace with a beaming smile. My confusion must have been obvious as she explained herself.
“I got to go to the art exhibition today and it was wonderful! That would never have been possible if you hadn’t convinced Gio to make this a family trip.”
Now I am really confused.
“I didn’t. It was nothing to do with me,” I replied as she bounced down on the edge of my bed and looked over my outfit choices.
“Yeah okay,” she chuckled sarcastically, which left me baffled. “So, you are doing a really good job at taking my advice, I see.”
I felt a deep flush creep up my chest but when she glanced up at me with laughter in her eyes and a soft expression, I realised she wasn’t angry.
“He can be very... convincing,” I said quietly.
She rolled her eyes. “Ha! I did try to warn you. It seems we both underestimated his charms.”
I looked down at my hands and started fiddling with my thumbs, a nervous trait I have. For the first time since he had asked me out, I suddenly felt overcome with worry. Was I doing the right thing? If you had asked me a few days ago if I would ever contemplate going on a date with Giovanni Buccini I would have laughed in your face. Yet here I am. Was I being a fool? Had I let him suck me into his trap of seduction?
