Page 3 of Spice and Revenge

I can’t help but feel that this job will be my best one yet.

After the introductions are done, I watch as they all walk out of the room until Nina and I are the only ones together yet again.

“The next and final stage should be your introduction to the Vitale family. However, the twins, Fabio and Aurora, are away on vacation. The youngest, Carmela…” Nina trails off for a few seconds before speaking again. “Well, she just got back from school, so she won’t come down to meet you now.”

For some reason, I get the vibe that the youngest one doesn’t deem it important to come down just to see the new chef.

“So, you will only be meeting the boss. He is in a meeting now, but he will be with you shortly. Wait here,” Nina says.

“Thank you, Nina,” I greet her again. She offers me a small smile before turning to walk out of the room. I exhale a deep sigh, relaxing into the seat. But I remember the boss could come in anytime soon, so I abruptly sit up.

The last thing I want is to be fired on my first day.

Silence and tension hang thick in the air for several long seconds as I wait for the boss to show up. As the seconds stretch into minutes, my nerves get steadily worse. The suspense becomes unbearable when I realize I have to pee.

“Shit,” I mutter. “Not now…” Unfortunately, my bladder is a respecter of no man. My hands shake with anxiety as I grip the edge of the sofa. My fingers dig into the fabric as sweat beads on my forehead. I can hear my heart thundering against my ears.

What if ‘the boss’ spends up to an hour before coming out to meet me? I huff, imagining how long it would take two old men in an office to have a meeting.

Can I hold my pee until then? I can't take it anymore. I’m going to die here. Or worse, pee on myself on my first day at work.

Stop being dramatic and look for a restroom, a voice in my head whispers.

I rise from the sofa. Since Nina clarified that I stayed put, I realize I will have to sneak to the restroom without asking for directions.

I open a door at the back of the room, thinking it is a restroom, but it seems to be leading to another section of the house. Gosh, just how big is this house? The hallway is dark, and I wonderwhy I was not given a tour of this area. However, that is not my concern. I just pray there’s a restroom somewhere around here.

My hope dwindles as I continue to walk aimlessly, with no restroom in sight.

I should head back, my inner voice whispers.

That would be a good idea, but I need to make sure I check all the rooms first. As I continue down the hallway, I begin to hear moans. They are soft at first, but they get louder as I draw closer and closer.

“Oh, please,” the breathy moan rings out.

The last door on my left is half-open, and I know the sounds are coming from there.

I should definitely turn back now, but I don’t. My legs move forward despite my common sense screaming at me to stop. I finally come to a stop in front of the door.

The lighting inside the room is dim, but I know what I see. It is a wine cellar, and in the middle of the room, a girl is holding the shelf in front of her as she’s being taken from behind.

She is naked, and when I glance at the floor, I recognize the familiar housekeeper's uniform sprawled there.

Her moans fill the room, but the only thing I can focus on right then is the guy behind her, shirtless with his pants down.

From the side, I see the profile of his handsome face and the outline of his muscular body. He runs his thumb over the curve of the girl's ass, and she moans loudly again. His hips begin tomove, and erotic slapping sounds fill the room. I close my eyes tight and open them again.

And my gaze meets his.

His eyes are dark and deep brown, framed by thick lashes and full lips. His wet hair falls over his eyes like a curtain, but it does nothing to mask the smoldering gaze he gives me.

He thrusts faster, and I squirm. My breathing picks up speed. All I can think about is how I imagine myself in her place.Okay. I need to get out of here.

I stumble backward and run down the hall. I open the door and walk out of the hallway.

I heave a sigh of relief when I see that the room is just the way I left it. As I sit down, I try to shove what I just saw at the back of my head. I don’t even remember that I have to pee. I can’t help but wonder who he was. From the way his muscles are ripped and muscular, I assume he is a bodyguard, a security guard, or something of the sort.

That is when I snort. Two workers are having sex on duty. They are lucky I am not a snitch.

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