Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
I had no right to do that.
Instead, I followed her down the hall as she walked to the supply room, grabbing a stack of napkins. She turned, gasping when she saw me behind her.
“Aldo,” she exclaimed, laying a hand over her heart. “I didn’t hear you.”
“Mr. Ricci,” I retorted, my voice raspy and low with warning.
“Mr. Ricci,” she repeated, not at all worried.
“Too busy thinking about your admirer?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“What?”
“I saw him give you his number.”
“Which I don’t plan on using.”
“Good,” I snapped. “You can’t date customers.”
She lifted her chin. “Is this a new rule?”
“It’s policy,” I insisted.
“I’ll have to ask HR about that.” She began to move past me, but I shot my arm out, blocking her way. She stopped, lifting an eyebrow. “Excuse me.”
I dipped my hand into her apron pocket, pulling out the napkin with the offensive number scrawled across it. “Ron,” it read over the digits.
“No dating customers.”
She turned, stepping nearer to me. I could feel her warmth. Smell the soft fragrance she wore. “Who should I date then, Aldo? Want to introduce me to someone? A friend, perhaps?”
“No,” I snarled, my arm going around her waist and pulling her close. “No one.”
“But I have needs,” she whispered. “Who will help me with those?”
We were so close, our lips were almost touching. I felt her breath on my skin. Tasted her in the air. A low growl built in my chest. I yanked her closer, daring to cup her ass with my free hand. I almost groaned at the feeling of her. “Stop tempting me.”
“I was only doing my job.” She reached out, running her finger along my scruff. “I like this,” she whispered. “I wonder how it would feel on my skin.”
I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her in frustration. Her lips were soft and pliant. Full and welcoming. I kissed her harder, sliding my tongue in as her mouth parted. Her taste exploded in my head, filling my senses. I explored every part of her, running my tongue along her teeth, over the roof of her mouth, twining with hers. Groaning deep in my chest at the taste and feel of her. Wanting more. Needing more. Determined to have it. I cupped her ass fully, yanking her tight to me. She whimpered, lifting one leg and wrapping it around me. I settled between her thighs, my cock hard and aching for her. I ground against her, and she moaned, a low, throaty sound that ramped me up more.
And then I heard it. Footsteps and a voice calling her name.
Reality crashed down around me. We were in the supply closet of the restaurant. Wanda was looking for her.
I stepped back. Violet’s eyes were wide, her lips wet. My cock screamed at being denied what he wanted.
I shook my head.
“I’m off in an hour,” she whispered, pleading, reaching for me.
I shook my head.
“No.”
And I left her.
VI
The bastard left. Like a coward. Heading in the opposite direction of Wanda and disappearing around the corner. The supply room door shut behind him, clicking into place quietly.
I bent and picked up the napkins, grabbing another package just as Wanda appeared, pushing open the door.
“Oh, there you are. Did the door stick again?” she asked.
“Um, yes. I was about to call and ask for help,” I improvised.
“I’ll get maintenance again.” She peered at me. “Are you all right? You’re a little sweaty.”
“I hate confined spaces,” I lied. I couldn’t tell my boss I had just had the hell kissed out of me by Aldo and if she hadn’t shown up, we’d be fucking like rabbits by now. Instead, I was turned on, angry, and shocked at his sudden withdrawal.
Frustrating man. I knew he was interested. I saw his glances. Felt his intensity. I saw the way he reacted to the customer giving me his number. He wasn’t the first customer to do so, and I doubted he’d be the last, but I was always polite. I never called them. I had no intention of doing so, but Aldo didn’t need to know that. Yet.
And after the stunt he’d just pulled, maybe I wouldn’t tell him.
I followed Wanda down the hall, silently planning my revenge.
ALDO
I was still kicking myself two days later over kissing Vi. If Wanda hadn’t come looking for her, I would have lost my head and taken her right then and there. I was her boss, and fucking her in the supply room at the back of the restaurant was an HR issue waiting to explode.
But the taste of her lingered in my head. I swore I could still smell her. Feel her. Normally not one for kissing, I had a feeling I could kiss her endlessly and never tire of it. That smart mouth of hers was highly addictive.
I shook my head, recalling the way she had reached out when I pulled back. She had wanted me as much as I wanted her. But it was a recipe for disaster. I needed to avoid her.