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I smiled and swiped up to read Rico’s: Hey. Just wanted to thank you for last night. You caused quite a scene. That guy ripped the handcuffs off the wall! Boss said you quit. So, it looks like you are off the hook. But I thought I should warn you… I overheard that client saying he wanted all your info, meaning Flora’s. It’s against company policy for Boss to give out our info to clients but this one seemed to get whatever he wanted. Just thought you should know so you can get rid of Flora’s phone. Anyway, hope to see you around. If ever you want to grab a drink some time, you have my number. Rico x
By the end of the text my heart was hammering and I had felt so many emotions. I had actually laughed out loud, slamming my hand over my mouth at Panther pulling off the fixing to escape. Yet, that image also turned me on. The strength that must have taken. An image of his bulging biceps and rippling muscles under his shirt sprang to mind. No Elle. Forget him. Then, came panic. Anxiety. Nerves. Would he really have gotten a hold of Flora’s info? Did he have that kind of influence? I jumped off the sun lounger and raced back through the kitchen, ignoring the odd looks from my family before running up the stairs to the first floor where my room was.
I dived under my bed to grab my handbag from last night and pulled out Flora’s phone. My hands started trembling as I opened it up and saw she had two messages from an unknown number.
Flora: 1 Panther: 0
I stared at the first message, a small smile creeping up my face as my heart fluttered like crazy.
I can admit when I have been an asshole who might have deserved to be left tied to a mirror in a sex club. But don’t think for one minute, you didn’t fuck yourself over too.
I chewed at my thumb nail as I contemplated texting him back. No. Terrible idea. Absolutely not. I should smash the phone to pieces. Or get rid of it somehow. Forget I ever met this man. Let it stay as a forbidden, hot, wild experience in my head and don’t let this grow into something else.
I stood up contemplating what my options were when the phone vibrated again and I screamed.
Don’t ignore me, Flora. Or I might have to come and see you instead.
What? See me? Or see her? Panic took over my sanity and I started frantically typing a reply.
I told you. I quit. I don’t work at La Casetta anymore. And I think you’ll find; you were the only one left fucked over.
I saw the dots dancing across the screen and my heart flipped. He was right there. Instantly replying. Normally guys read and let you stew and obsess over when they will reply but nope. There he was.
You think I don’t have my ways of finding you? How do you think I got your number?
And we both know, if you hadn’t walked away last night, we would have both been much happier people today.
I scoffed and shook my head at his arrogance.
I think you’ll find this is called stalking. And it’s a breach of my contract. No personal information about staff should be shared with clients. And I am ecstatic this morning, grazie. Very satisfied with how my night ended. Now please, leave me alone so I can enjoy my day.
Not stalking. Hunting.
And you are no longer staff. So I am no longer your client.
I am so pleased you gained satisfaction from rubbing your pussy against my dick last night. But trust me, it can do so many more pleasurable things if you give it a chance.
My whole body flamed with arousal and my clit tingled as a memory resurfaced. I hated that just with his words, he had such control over my body and desires. Why the fuck was I still engaging with this man? He was an arrogant, sex-crazed asshole. But it seemed my brain no longer cared about that as my filthy mind started to fill with fantasies of having sex with that man. I was not about to let him know that though.
You really are insane. You really think I would ever give you that chance?
I do. Because no matter how hard you try to deny it, you like me ;)
I exhaled loudly and flopped back on my bed staring at his message. Urgh. Any normal man would have been mortified or humiliated at what I had done to him. They would never want to see or speak to me again. And here he was flirting with me outrageously. He aggravated me so much because no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was smiling. Texting him was fun. But it was also bad. No good could come from this. He thinks I am a hooker for fucksake.
I want to see you again.
My heart flipped when I read his next text. Why did that excite me so much? Why did I think that was romantic? There was seriously something wrong with me. He literally doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body and yet, I can feel myself being sucked in by him.
I’m not who you think I am. I’m giving that shit up. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. This is never going to work and you were right, I wasn’t cut out for that job. Best we end whatever this is between us now. There are plenty of other girls that could satisfy your needs, Panther. Go hunt them.
I reread the message numerous times before I hit send. I had to start being reasonably honest with this guy. I couldn’t keep up this pretence. As soon as he realised I wasn’t a sexy, experienced exotic dancer who could give world-class blowjobs, he would lose interest. He was a guy that spent his spare-time in sex clubs for goodness’ sake. I am sure he isn’t looking for a long-term commitment like I am. Oh my god, listen to myself. I live with the mafia! Like I can ever bring him around to meet the family!
'Where did you meet my sorella?’
‘Oh, at a sex club where she was working as a red-haired high-class escort named Flora.’ That would go down just splendidly.
I waited a good five minutes, staring and refreshing the screen before throwing the phone down and stalking into the bathroom. See… I’d scared him off already. Clearly, he was only after one thing. No-strings attached hot sex with a La Casetta girl. I sat on the toilet, dropping my head in my hands. Well, it was fun while it lasted. A memory to share with the grandkids one day or come to think of it… maybe not.
