Jenna
I try to get up and get dressed, but Alex won’t let me.
“No, bambi. You have homework to do.” He turns me around and pushes me down in the chair at the desk.
“What homework?”
I’m totally naked, so it feels awkward, at best.
He wraps his tie around my waist, securing me to the chair. It’s symbolic, of course, because all I have to do is pull the end of the bow and I’m free, but there’s something so sexy about being bound by him.
He drops a notepad and pen in front of me. “You can’t get up until you’ve made a list of all the steps that need to happen for you to get your business up and running.”
I stare up at him in surprise.
He smiles down at me. Lord, he looks like a Greek god. His dark thick lashes curl above chocolate brown eyes. The stubble on his square jaw gives him a rough, sexy look. And more than that, warmth and affection shines in his eyes. I’ve never seen his expression so soft and open.
But maybe this is just how people look after great sex. I shouldn’t read too much into it.
He taps the notebook. “I’m setting a timer. Thirty minutes to brainstorm. If this notepad isn’t full of ideas by the time my alarm goes off, you’re going over the desk for a spanking. Capiche?”
I smile, wings flapping in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
He touches my nose. “Good girl.”
I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper.
Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question.
I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? Facebook. Instagram. My Pinterest page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.
Before I know it, the timer goes off.
“Let’s see how you did.” Alex stands behind me, freshly showered and fully dressed. I think he loves the power position it puts him in to have me naked and him clothed. Or maybe it’s me who loves it. He reaches over my shoulder and flips the pages. “You filled the whole pad. Good work, angel.” He kisses my temple and unties me from the chair. “I guess I’ll let you up.”
I stand and face him, my hands on his well-built chest. “Thanks,” I murmur, lifting my face for a kiss.
He dips in for a taste. “For what?”
“For making me do that. For believing in my dream. I-” I stop, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. His face grows serious watching me. “No one ever takes me seriously. It means so much to me that you do.”
“It’s not a dream,” he says firmly, taking me aback. “It’s a plan. A really good plan. I’m ready to invest if you need investors. Anything you need, baby. I’m your man.”
It’s a little hard to stand up because my legs get wobbly for a second. I pull his mouth down to mine and show my appreciation until his cock gets hard against my belly and he pushes me away with a curse.
“I could stay in here and fuck you all day, baby. But I have an island to see. Wanna show me around?”
The wings take off soaring again. “Yeah,” I say, breathless with joy. “Let me take a quick shower.”
Alex
Don Giuseppe calls during dinner. We’re sitting at an outdoor restaurant on the beach, indulging in fresh fish and rice after our day out sightseeing. Anybody else I would left swipe. For sure.
But he’s the fucking don.
“Scusa,” I murmur to Jenna, standing up.
Her eyes go wide and follow me as I walk down to the beach. I’m sure she knows who it is.
I clear my throat after I answer the call. “Don G, how are you?”
“How am I?” He’s pissed. I should’ve called in sooner. “How the fuck do you think I am? You’ve been gone for three fucking days and I haven’t heard a goddamn word. Where’s my daughter?”
“She’s here. I have her. I mean, I’m with her. We’re having dinner right now.”
There’s a pause. “You’re having fucking dinner. I can hear the goddamn ocean in the background. So what? You turn this into a romantic getaway? That’s my fucking daughter you’re with. You touch her, I will cut your balls off. Believe it.”
And I guess that answers my question about how Don G feels about me dating his princess.
I’m so fucked.
I resist the urge to clear my throat again. “She doesn’t want to come home.” It’s a lame excuse-I don’t know why I even try it.
“I don’t give a shit if she wants to come home or not. She’s had her fun. Now it’s time to get her ass back to Chicago. I’m not having my daughter playing Girls Gone Wild down there after the world of trouble she just caused me.”
“Of course not. I know. I was just giving her a couple of days to get used to the idea.”
“Tell her her mother’s going nuts, she’s so worried about her. Tell her her grandmother’s sick. And you tell her I told Nico Tacone to shut off her spending cash. She has no choice-she’s coming home.”
“I told her there’d be no retribution when she gets there.” I’m not about to bring my girl back if Don G’s going to punish her.
“Yeah, right,” he grumbles. “No retribution. When did I ever come down on that girl? I never did.” He’s just complaining now-there’s no ire in it. And I believe him. From what I saw, Jenna was always treated like a mafia princess, except for the marriage contract.
“I’ll get her home. By the end of the week-I promise.”
“No. Stop fucking around out there. I want her home by tomorrow, end of discussion. Capiche?”
My jaw’s so tight I think it will break. “Capisco,” I mutter.