Page 45 of The Leader

She gave a sigh of relief when he pulled her closer. Of course, Gio wouldn’t be Gio if he didn’t try to one-up her by half-dragging her into his office.

“Reschedule my afternoon meetings, Gale. I’ll be busy with my wife.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Hot Pink’s baffled look turn into one of horror as she realized who Jazzy was. And no, Jazzy couldn’t contain the evil smile on her face. She even gave the girl a wave.

The second Gio shut the door behind them, he pulled her into his arms and planted her on his desk.

“I like your skirt.”

“Tommie told me what you did for his grandmother.”

“I didn’t do it for your friend. I did it for me. I don’t like my wife going to work in some shady neighborhood.”

“You managed just fine,” she protested, remembering how he had started his business. Unlike what she had assumed, Giovanni Detta didn’t come from money. He’d had to work to get where he was today.

“I had start-up money. All of my brothers, including Hector, invested everything we had in the company. We also had a break because Luca made good money at a poker tournament. We started up in some shitty office in Tenderloin, but I had my brothers to protect my back.”

“You knew Tommie was going to talk to me about this office, didn’t you?”

He didn’t deny it. “I wanted something from him and gave him something in return.”

“Still...you could have tried a different approach.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Such as?”

He was really going to have her say it. Very well then. “Like strong-holding him to do what you want.”

“I like to negotiate first, instead of pushing to get my way.”

She huffed and waved her ring finger at him. “This big diamond says otherwise.”

“Unlike what you seem to think,bella, I don’t eat kittens for breakfast, nor do I kill anyone who disagrees with me. I only do that when I want something really bad, or when I get pushed.”

Yeah, she had slightly mixed feelings about that, but she wasn’t going to get into that. Him letting her claim him in front of Hot Pink and Lisa gained him some leeway for at least a few days. “Um, I actually came to speak to you about something.”

He removed her top, hands on her breasts. “So speak.”

“I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“I’m going to fuck you on my desk.”

“Yes, please.” Wait. What was it she came here for again? Oh, right. “First, I need some pointers from my husband, the mogul. Things I can use this afternoon during the talk with the bank.”

“I suppose me offering you that loan would be a no?”

“A definite no.”

“Kind of figured. Just be yourself,bella. Be your own, passionate self, and it will be fine. As long as you have that fire in your eyes, you will be good. No man can resist that. You got this.”

“I’m not as sure as you are, but I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Jazzy said. “Watch the skirt!”

He cocked an eyebrow and she understood why. There she was, draped over his desk, breasts popping out of her bra, her lipstick probably smeared all over her face, and she was giving him grief over a piece of clothing.

“Wear another one.” With that, his hand slid into the split of her skirt and ripped it open.

He flipped her over, so her back was turned to him. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, when he leaned over her.

“Have your prepped yourself this morning?”

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