Page 40 of The Viper

I close my eyes for a moment as the delicious memory of her taste on my lips creeps in. “I’m not sure,” I say.

“Sure you are. Why are you waiting?”

“I don’t know yet if she’s my queen outside the bedroom and my high-class escort inside it.”

“My boy.” Ruben chuckles. “If she chooses you then you have no choice but to step up and be the man she needs. But, in the meantime, show her you’re the man she needs. Don’t wait for her to make that decision.” He pulls his shoulders back and starts clicking on the computer. “As I hear it, you moved her in with you.”

“News travels fast,” I say with a snicker.

“Sacco women need to be strong to be able to deal with us. Though always remember, we control them.” He laughs again. “They rule us.” He clicks the mouse and continues working. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Just like that, he’s back to being my boss not my uncle. I tip the rest of my coffee into my mouth before standing and heading out of his office.

I’m not even surprised to find Marco is leaning up against the wall, one arm caging in the young maid. Her cheeks are flaming red as she can barely lift her eyes to look up at him. “Sir,” she says when she sees me. Instantly, she straightens and her eyes widen in fear. She scurries away and Marco cranes his neck to the side to watch her ass.

“Did you have to do that?” he asks.

“Ruben will kill you if you lose him a good housekeeper,” I warn.

“She’s...” He keeps watching her walk away from us and when I clap a hand to his shoulder, he turns to look at me. “What?”

I run my hand through my hair as we head out of the house. “Best you don’t look at her.”

“But, she’s cute.”

“What’s her name?” I ask, knowing he has no idea and all he wants is to fuck her.

“Isabella,” he replies surely.

“I’m impressed that you actually stopped to ask.”

“Isabella,” he whispers as we walk out to where Frank is waiting for us. “I like her name. I called her Bella when we walked in, and now I know that’s her actual name. She looks like a Bella.” He opens the door and waits for me. I falter as I stare at him.

“You need to get laid. Shit, go and ask Ruben if it’s okay for you to take her out.”

“No,” Marco protests. “It’s not like that.”

I slide in the car and look to Marco. “Fuck, do I have a lovesick school boy on my hands?”

He slams the door and takes the front passenger seat. “Fuck off,” he grumbles, making me snicker.

We head back home so I can take a closer look at the transactions of the nightclubs.

The knock on my door drags my eyes away from the screen. “Yeah,” I call expecting to see either Frank or Marco. But I’m pleasantly surprised when Rosa enters. “Oh.” I close the laptop and gesture for her to enter. “What can I do for you, Rosa?”

“Rose,” she corrects for the umpteenth time. “Um.” She stands awkwardly, wringing her hands together as she shifts on the spot.

“What’s wrong?”

She purses her lips together and looks around my office. “I feel quite intimidated in here.” She does, does she? Good to know. I stand and pull the seat opposite mine out. When she sits, I slowly trail my finger across her shoulders. I particularly enjoy it when her body shivers and she sucks in an audible breath. Her body is so responsive to my touch. I can’t wait until my mouth is on her pussy, tongue fucking her until her legs clamp around my head. “Um,” she says again, still nervous.

One day soon she’ll crawl to me, kneel under the desk and suck me off while I work. “What is it?” I sit on the edge of the desk with one leg slightly off the ground. Rosa’s eyes travel from my face, down my torso and land on my thighs. She nibbles on her lower lip before her tongue peeks out and sweeps across her plump mouth. “Rosa,” I say distracting her from staring at me.

She clears her throat and shakes her head once, dislodging whatever thought she had of me. Although, I’d like to know exactly what she was fantasizing about. Perhaps she’ll have a bath again, and I’ll find myself in there with her. “Um,” she says with more confidence though her eyes are still wondering over my body. “You look really good in a suit. I think this one is my favorite.”

I stifle a laugh because I don’t want to embarrass her. “Thank you.”

“Anyway,” she shouts with enthusiasm. “I didn’t come in here to tell you that. But...” She waves her hand over my body. “You distracted me.”

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