Most of the evening went as such.
I knock on the door, it opens. I walk in, the room is silent. Don stares into my very soul, I grow uncomfortable. I deliver food, I leave. Lather, rinse, repeat.
That was about it. They did not want me in the room listening to their conversation, but they also did not want me to serve any other party in case I was needed. So, when I was not needed, I did absolutely nothing.
Well, not completely. The bar grew busy, so I did assist with that, but that was about all I could do. I spent most of my shift standing either by the door or sitting behind the bar. When they needed me, a guard would motion for me to enter, and I did.
They were profoundly serious about keeping company secrets.
I had about an hour left in my shift when their meeting concluded. I was called in to provide an additional service such as offering dessert, clear plates, and providing the bill.
The three men the joined Don in dinner – Merlino, Raphael, and Tony I came to learn – all bid him a goodnight and gave me my tip. Each of them gave me an amazing tip and compliments. I said that their tips were too much, but they said it was well deserved and that I provided excellent service. Taking a card from Mel's deck for once, I just went with it and gave my thanks with my sweetest smile. Who was I to deny their gratitude twice?
Not rich, that is for fucking sure.
Just as I was about done cleaning, I realized that Don had yet to move. He sat in his seat and watched me as if he were a king upon a throne. He was sitting back, with his right leg propped on his left knee. His left arm was supported by his hand on the arm of the chair and his right hand held a short glass of cognac to his lips.
Again, all he did was stare at me with those golden eyes. His gaze gave away not an ounce of what he was thinking. It reeked of pure boredom.
It was me and two of the four guards he had with him.
"I-is there anything else I can do for you, sir," I stuttered fiddling with the ring around my right middle finger.
He said nothing. He gave a single blink before sighing out and placing his glass down.
"Leave us," he said. His voice was low and deep. It reverberated in my chest and sent down my body, curly my toes.
My hands balled at my side and my eyes screwed shut. I swallowed hard as the memory of that night played out behind the darkness of my eyelids.
He was behind me, cock buried deep inside my pussy. My arms were wrapped around his neck, digging into his scalp, and tangling in his dark tresses. A moan hung on the tip of my tongue as he rolled into me deeper... and deeper... as he squeezed at my left breast, rough palms dragging across my nipple. He kissed the shell of my right ear as his other hand gripped my throat underneath my chin.
"Tell me what you want..."
The sound of the heavy door closing brought me back to the present. I jumped out of my skin and looked around the room. The guards left. I blinked rapidly, confused. I thought he wanted me to leave, not them! I would have done so if... I had not been distracted.
I rubbed my sweaty palms against the slacks of my uniform as I met his gaze. He placed his glass down and slowly pushed his chair back.
"Aurelia," he called out.
"Don," I replied.
He stood from his seat and unbuttoned his jacket. He removed it, revealing the matching dark vest to his suit and his pure white shirt. He walked to me slowly, as he undid his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. I swallowed as I watched the muscles and veins work beneath the skin of his forearms with every movement they made.
"We need to talk," he grumbled.
"We do," I choked, throat dry. I met his eyes and immediately the mistake I made registered in my head. His eyes did not say bored anymore. They screamed desire.
"We do," he confirmed.
He was in front of me now, drawing closer. I stepped back. We continued this until my legs hit the very table I was supposed to clean off.
"You left," he growled out. "Why?"
"W-was I not supposed to?"
His chest met mine and I was forced back against the table. "You were not."
I frowned at him, pressing my hands against his chest. "And how was I supposed to know that?"
"Should I have specified?"
I blinked at him in confusion. "Um... yes! That is what people usually do when they want something."
"Fine" he said. He grabbed the back of my knees and lifted me onto the table, placing himself in between my legs. "Do not leave me."
Just as my body was lift, so was my heart. It was lifted right into my throat, and because of it I found it hard to think let alone breathe. With my mouth open, gasping for air in my surprise, Don used that moment to capture my lips.
As if it were muscle memory, my body held no hesitation in grabbing the front of his vest and pulling him in. The kiss was familiar. It held a hunger that I seemed to miss. The fires in my belly I never knew was there ignited into a passionate burst.
He pressed into me grabbing my face with both hands. I moaned into the kiss, and he pulled out the ponytail my hair rested in for work. He took a fist full of my hair with one hand and yanked it back. I cried out and he went for my neck. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked at it, popping a few buttons in the process. Having more access, he ran his tongue from my collar bone all the way up to my earlobe in which he claimed between his teeth.
"How does it feel?"
I sighed out, leaning into the heat of his breath. "Good," I whispered breathlessly. "It feels... so good."
"Would you like more?"
"W-we can't" I gasped out. "I'm technically working."
"You are on a paid break."
He reached behind me and swiped any and everything off the table. The dishes crashed to the floor, and I looked at him as if he were crazy. From the looks of it, he was crazy.
"Boss" called out one of his guards from the other side of the door. "Is everything okay?"
"Do not disturb me," he roared out.
His eyes were aflame, and I was not sure whether to be scared or excited. He took a few steps back and began to remove his vest and shirt.
"Take of your clothing?"
"Wh-what? Are you insane?"
"Take them off, now," he snapped. "Or would you preferred to be fired?"
I jumped at that. "You would not dare. I can sue you for that!"
"I will happily pay off the debts in between your legs" he said, now without a shirt.
I could see that he wore a platinum chain. It must have been hidden underneath his shirt. His chest and arms were riddled with tattoos and scars. Flashes of the same scene appeared before my eyes from that night a month ago. And just like then I ached with need.
"Now" he began. "Take off your clothes, before I rip them off you." He leaned over me, eyes stern in demand. "I'd prefer you to not walk out of this room without them."
"Yes sir."