Page 21 of Powerful Deception

“Maybe Ari was right. Maybe you should go a different direction with this. We don't have anyone yet. We can give her a try and if she doesn’t work out, we start over.”

Who is this person and what the hell has happened to my agreeable assistant?

I want that person, and not the one standing in front of me.

But I’m tired of this shit, so I ignore her comment.

“Get me a new list of people for the position.” I say through my teeth to drive my point.

Evenly looks at me for a few seconds as if she is thinking of challenging me, but she gives up quickly.

“Yes, sir.” She turns to leave but I stop her before she can step through the threshold.

“If you see Honor, can you please send her in.” Evelyn gives me a scowl but nods either way and goes.

I shouldn’t have requested Honor and I didn’t need Evelyn’s facial expression to tell me that, but after being tormented by Arianna’s full tits, I need a distraction.

Honor, one of the main girls here at the club and someone that doesn’t mind the no strings attached shit, is the perfect distraction.

Within five minutes of Evelyn leaving, there is a knock at my door and Honor walks in with her tiny outfit for the night.

The woman wastes no time, dropping to her knees instantly next to my chair and soon I’m enjoying the feel of her warm mouth around my dick.

It may be no pearl necklace, but it will do.

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I run out the door before Evelyn can tell the security guard to let me through. I don’t even turn to thank her for giving me the opportunity to interview or for being just a nice woman in general.

Even if I ruined it before it could even start.

Because of course he was looking for a nanny for his kids and not for a new dancer.

As I walk down the street, I can’t help but think that I was foolish for even thinking that I would be lucky enough to be in the same room as Rosetti, let alone be able to work for the man.

The plan was stupid from the very beginning. Why I even thought that someone like me would be able to get close enough to destroy a man like that from the inside out is way beyond me.

Like I figured out before I walked into the club, I should let the police handle my dad’s case and let them figure it out for themselves. Let them figure out that it might actually be Rosetti who was behind it.

That’s what I should do, but why is my mind already working up ways to get back into proximity with him?

Because being that close to him made you feel something you never have before.

It really did.

The whole way to my apartment, that thought circulates in my mind. Being in the same room as Dante Rosetti, made me fearful and nervous of course but there was something else that I can’t pinpoint.

Was it just curiosity about the man sitting a few feet away at play?

No, it was something else.

The way he spoke to me, the way his eyes traveled down my body accessing me when I first walked in and the way his eyes bore into me when I pushed down my straps, it felt almost powerful.

That was it.

It was power. I felt powerful being in that room and getting that kind of attention from him, even if it was for a few seconds.

I don’t know if the feeling of power came from the man or from what I was doing, but I want to feel that again.

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