Chapter Five
“Damn… you still haven’t got laid haven’t you?”
She was deep in her work, flipping pages and scribbling her gold Montblanc pen on her trusty yellow pad.
“Peter shut it. I’m having a breakthrough. We might have a plan on how to stop the worker…”
“Yeah, you also managed to stop your libido the moment you started working here. I’m worried about you, boss.”
Peter took a seat in front of her knowing that she needed the sexual intervention.
“Even your stalker had stopped sending you those flowers. I seriously don’t want you to be one of those cat ladies, because Amara… with your money, I’m afraid to imagine how many cats you might harbor.”
He put a hand on hers to stop her from writing. She looked at him then bite her lip, remembering what had happened a couple of days ago.
How Antonio had kissed her and leave her, and how she tried to have sex with Sergio but just didn’t feel like it. Peter might be onto something, she thought.
“I might just have one very big cat you know?”
“Yup, just like every other damn rich folk out there. That’s why I’m not letting you.”
“Even if the big cat came with a very good-looking trainer?” she teased him and pushed her work away knowing that it was useless to try to work when Peter had only one thing in his mind.
Getting her fuck.
Hhmm… I’m starting to like this Peter guy. What? Haven’t you heard that sex leads to a happy life?
But seriously, I also think our Amara needs the intervention. So, I’m giving points to Peter the nosy assistant.
“Okay boss, Player it is! It’ll be just us, I’m making you the sole purpose of the night and that is getting a man between your legs.”
Amara sighed with exaggeration but agreed with her perky assistant.
“Okay, let’s get you home and prepped. I’ll get Lionel to send his best girl to search your glamorous closet and make sure you dressed and styled as the best-looking catnip in the joint.”
She was about to say her words when Peter shushed her as he was connected to the other line. He expertly touched his high-end earpiece then tapping expertly on his tablet.
“Lionel, you are not working your magic. Nope, she hadn’t… I know… nope, yes… tonight… your best stylist, makeup, dresser the whole sha-bang. Yes, situation critical.”
Peter dared to wink at her then keep on talking to another line, making her slumped deeper in her girl boss chair. She was going to be pissed if she didn’t get laid after all of the preparation she had to endure.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at nine-ish we’ll take one of your drivers, cause I already booked you a room, yep I’m multitasking and getting several things done.”
He took off his earpiece then walked back out of her office leaving her gazing out the window looking at the afternoon traffic. She decided to finish her work for the day and go back home to rest before Lionel’s people come to the penthouse.
It was exactly nine when Peter showed up at her place, he looked a bit too excited when he saw her in a black leather sexy dress that fit her like a glove, then a pair of peep-toe boot heels. Her makeup was flawless as her smokey eyes and sheer lipgloss enhanced her beauty. Her high ponytail hair falls smoothly to the back of her naked shoulder making her looked sexy yet classy at the same time.
“I’m officially proud to call you my boss. You look like a billion-dollar dominatrix. Damn woman… if I was straight I’d beg you to do me already.”
Peter always know how to make her laugh, then they both were on their way to Players. Obviously not knowing that a certain Italian used to be stalker was already there with his date of the day.
Yup, he had been dating several women for the last couple of days trying to get his mind off from a certain beautiful woman who he had been obsessing with since their last hot kiss.
Amara and Peter headed straight to the bar where my favorite bartender Jack was busy, but then greeted our madam knowing that she would be his main source of income for that night.
“Jack! Oh, thank God you’re working! I need your special mix for my gorgeous boss. She needs to let loose. Just keep it steady flowing to our table yeah?”
Both greeted Jack as he leaves all his costumer to make a quick mix of his signature alcohol mix.
“Of course Peter, I’ll send my waiter to your table in seconds and keep you both hydrated for the whole night.” He grinned and start placing their order on a tray and start sending them to their table.
Amara seated herself at their usual seat and started consuming her drink, but then cursed at Peter in seconds when she saw Russo was seating in the next booth with his friends, and a skinny blonde woman decorated his lap wearing a very sheer looking clubwear.
“We need to get another seat. Oh fuck it, I’m going to the bar. We’ll find men faster there anyway.”
She was about to leave their seats when the sexy Italian appeared before her. Peter gasped when he pulled her flat to his chest.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Err… I’ll wait by the bar for you?” Peter asked as she nodded to assure him that she got the matter handled. Though he was looking a bit too excited for her and couldn’t leave them both alone soon enough.
“Amara, it’s been a while.”
“Apparently you’ve been busy.” She smirked at him looking at the woman now sitting in his seat.
“She’s my escort, you’re jealous?”
“Nope, I’m going to dance and test out my new heels.”
He looked down at her deep red polish toes, and couldn’t stop imagining them curled on his sheets as she was climaxing to his thrusts.
Damn it author… this is hot!
“Well, what are you waiting for…” he whispered in her ear as his hot breaths fanned her naked shoulder, his hand trail her side just under her boobs. His thumb lightly caressing her side, while his other hand stroked her ass as if he was trying to find out if she was wearing any underwear, and he groaned when he failed to feel it.
She managed to back away from him then go straight to the dance floor with him trailing behind her focusing himself on her sexy walk, while she was deliberately strutting herself in front of him.
She danced to the music, while he was keeping other men away from her by joining her and keeping her body close to his.
“Let’s go back to mine.” He said harshly in her ear. But he was not waiting for her answer when he possessively took her neck and start trailing his kisses from her throat to the side of her lips. Teasing her. Making her want him more.
From then on it was like luring a kid with candy, well… just change that candy to a very sexy looking Italian man, with sex appeal dripping like honey from your favorite morning pancake. And that kid to a very sexually aroused woman who hadn’t had sex in months.
Damn…