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Before she can finish, I drop down and lift her legs to my shoulders, licking her up, front to back. She nearly comes off the table and then she takes a fistful of my hair and pulls.

“I’m going to…”

My tongue is thrusting in and out before she can make a full sentence and it is just as well because she comes with crashing force. I get up and take her lips in a rough, biting kiss, the taste of her sweet on my tongue.

I hold her steady as she shakes and slowly comes down from her high. I drop a kiss on her shoulder and let her go.

“Where are you going?’ she asks languidly.

I go back to where her clothes are littered on the floor, and I pick them up. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but this is neither the place nor the time for all the things I want to do to her.

I can feel her eyes on me as I hand the bra to her first and after she puts that on, the blouse, then the skirt. The panties remain with me.

“I can handle myself,” she says. If she did that just to prove that she can handle herself then…point taken.

“The real work starts tonight,” I tell her, reaching out to place my hand on her cheek. “That was just the beginning.”

Chapter Fourteen

Lorenzo

The drive to the club is quiet, the hum of the engine of my sports car the only sound breaking the stillness.

As I grip the steering wheel, my mind races with thoughts of Daniella and the complex situation she's unwittingly stepped into.

I glance at the passenger seat beside me, where she is sitting there, looking so incredibly beautiful it’s a conscious effort not to pull over and pull her into my lap.

When I arrive at The Garden of Eden, I take a deep breath and step out of the car, going around to open the door for her. The club's neon lights flicker in the late evening light, casting an otherworldly glow on the surroundings.

I make my way inside, the familiar thump of bass music and the hum of conversation filling the air around me.

Daniella is walking beside me, with the confidence of someone who belongs here. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with her.

The thought of her being a waitress here, having to wear the uniforms and being subject to the leering looks of every man in the club—that is definitely not going to work for me.

She looks at me and smiles just as Carla, the manager of the club, approaches us.

“Mr. Duretti, welcome.”

I nod at her and turn to Daniella.

“This is Carla, she’s the manager.” And then I say to Carla, “Daniella will be joining us as an accountant. I’m going to show her around first, and when I’m done, I’ll hand her over to you.”

“Of course, sir.” She nods again and leaves.

“Will I have to call you sir when I start working here?”

The thought of her calling me sir makes blood rush to my dick.

“No,” I reply, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. “Are you ready to begin?”

She nods, her eyes meeting mine with that same fierce determination that drew me to her in the first place. “Yes.”

“Very well. Follow me.”

I lead her through the hallways of the club, each step taking us deeper into the heart of our operations. As we walk, I can feel the eyes of my men on us, their curiosity piqued by the presence of this striking woman.

We reach the main floor, a cavernous space filled with tables, booths, and a long bar that stretches along one wall.

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