Giovanni’s Desires

Elevator (1)

NICOLE

He looked like he was about to make a nasty comment but he swallowed it, and I gave him a grateful smile. If he said any more annoying words, I'd break the glass of wine in his head and luckily for him, he didn't.

"So, I think maybe we should create public awareness. Something to catch our potential buyer's attention and maybe…"

"You do realize that we are into business not politics, right? This is not a manifesto so we definitely don't need to create public awareness," he chuckled. "You have the PR team to do that."

"Mr Salvatore, I know you are an expert in this field, but bringing something the public isn't familiar with into the limelight needs a little bit of awareness to push the progress," I argued.

"How long have you been working in your father's company?" He asked, and I could feel a surge of anger rise within me. He was about to insult me and call me incompetent, I could feel it.

"What does that have to do with this? I know you have been working in the industry for a while and you even made a name for yourself, but that doesn't make everyone else incompetent, nor does it make an opinion different from your wrong." I glared at him.

"Is that how you plan on accusing all your future clients if they ask a simple question?" he chuckled. "I was going to commend your creativity. Although you have nice ideas, you should leave those theories for school. Creativity and ability to think outside the box is what will make you survive in this business world," he grinned.

"I am not here to receive lectures from you," I glared.

"But it would be a pleasure to teach you a lot of things," he said with an amusement dancing in his eyes. I know he was no longer talking about business and I was losing my s**t at this point.

"Mr Salvatore…" I was warned.

"What? Learning a few things from me would earn you a bragging right. Business wise though, unless you would like me to teach you other things. Not that I minded though," he grinned.

"So, you were saying we should leave the public awareness? What would you suggest?" I asked, changing the topic.

"You are meant to impress me with your mind-blowing ideas. To convince me that putting my money into this project is not going to be a waste of time, not ask for my advice. But since you asked, I guess I could give you a clue. I trust you are smart enough to think of a better idea with it."

His expression turned serious as he spoke, and he gave me options to consider, and I can't help but admire his intelligence. No wonder people speak so highly of him.

"You are drooling," he smirked and I glared at him. Smart, yes. But he doesn't have a likable character.

Finally, I was able to come up with a better idea which seemed impressive. I could easily come up with a brilliant idea from his hint. The meeting ended successfully and I felt so proud of myself. I learnt something new from the asshole, but thanking him would be praising his already swollen head. I'm afraid it could burst.

We walked out of the restaurant and I brought out my phone to call a cab. He seemed to notice that I didn't come with my car and he opened the passenger seat of his car for me.

"Get in," he said.

"I can call a cab," I said, dismissing the thought.

"And I can drop you off at work. My hands hurt," he said, pointing to his hands on the door edge.

He was doing me a favor anyway so I got inside without bothering to argue. The ride was silent. Although I appreciate that he kept his mouth shut instead of spilling out the trash again, I can't help but feel exposed under his gaze. He caught him stealing glances at my legs a few times, but I played it cool and acted unaffected.

I kept my gaze focused on the window, feeling a bit uncomfortable by his presence. We are alone, in a car. I know he won't force himself on me or anything, but can't help but imagine all sorts of possibilities.

He took a U-turn instead of driving straight and I figured that he wasn't driving us to my office. "Why did you turn? Where are you headed?" I swallowed a lump that was starting to form in my throat.

"I need to grab something in my office before dropping you off. Since we are nearby anyway, I thought I should just pick it up. It won't take long," he assured.

"Just drop me by the roadside, I will find my way from here."

"And how do you intend on doing that? By flying?" He said, pointing to the road. We both know that I can't find a bus or cab here so I don't have a choice but to follow him back.

He stopped the car in the parking lot, and I sat still, waiting for him to pick up whatever he needed and come back soon so that I could go back home to watch a movie.

"Are you not coming?" He asked.

"I will wait here."

"C'mon, it might take a few minutes, you will be bored by yourself."

"Well, that is where my phone comes in. To keep me entertained." I waved my phone in the air and he chuckled.

"Too bad young lady, I'm not leaving you alone in my car," he said with an amused smile, and I nodded.

He didn't look like he was about to give up so I just followed him inside to save myself from the stress.

As I followed him into the building, my eyes widened in surprise at the luxurious interior. The walls were decorated with golden accents, while crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across the marble floors. I couldn't help but turn my head in awe as we walked, taking in every luxurious detail.

He looked unbothered, as he led the way. He was used to the look from walking around here since God knows when, but f**k! Every corner of the room screams luxury!

He gestured towards his private elevator, and my surprise only deepened. It gleamed with polished brass and mirrored surfaces. Just how loaded is this asshole?

"Impressed by what you see?" He smirked as he pressed a button while the door closed. I was impressed, no doubt, but of course, I won't tell him that. As the door closed, Giovanni came to stand behind him, fanning my neck with his hot breath. I could see our reflection on the glassy walls, and my breathing hitched. I felt hot from within and I hate to admit how much his presence had me all worked up.

I took a step forward, trying to leave some f*****g space between us but he doesn't take the hint. He kept on leaning closer until my face was almost hitting the cold metal.

I turned back to scold him and tell him to give me some space, but my words got stuck in my throat before I could process them. His face was only a few inches away from mine, and my heart skipped a beat from the closeness.

I swallowed the lumps in my throat, as his eyes burned into my mind, I found myself biting my lower lips and a mischievous glint spark in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Why do you have to be so f*****g beautiful, Nicole? You are driving me insane," he cursed under his breath. "If only you know what I want to do to you," he hissed, as if picturing it was enough to turn him on.

His hands find their way to my lap, playing with the hem of my skirt, leaving the skin his hand brushed burning. I inhaled sharply and tried to brush his hands away, but then he lowered his lips until they were a few inches away from my ear.

"I want to feel your tight p***y with my fingers. I want to watch you grind yourself on my fingers while you drip so hard, feeling my fingers with your c*m," he whispered, and I was almost moaning at how pleasurable that sounded.

Snap out of this, Nicole, he was only trying to manipulate you into wanting him.