“Great. Bobby sent us. I’m Tommy. This is Junior. We’ve got all your stuff.”
I gape in surprise, trying to peek in the boxes they’re moving. “Did you pack it, too?”
“Yep,” the young man called Junior said. “Bobby has storage in the basement of this place. That’s where we moved your furniture.”
Oh God. The thought of them moving my flea market-finds embarrasses the hell out of me. At least Bobby didn’t see them.
I follow them into the apartment. “Thank you so much. This was really nice of you.”
“Hey, anything for Bobby’s girl,” Tommy says.
Bobby’s girl. I don’t mind the sound of that. Especially considering the perks that seem to come with it. And Tommy sounded like he respects me because I’m Bobby’s girl. No questions asked. Just acceptance.
I search through the boxes, digging out my sexiest lingerie and a bustier to wear with the requested skirt for our date. Bobby did his part. I’m definitely going to do mine. I notice I’m having fun. There’s a lightheartedness, a playfulness, I haven’t felt since before the accident.
When I hear his key scrape in the lock, I rub my glossed lips together and trot out to meet him. “Hey.”
He looks as sexy as ever, his designer suit draping his muscular frame with a slouchy elegance.
I did my best to impress, and my appearance has its intended effect. He closes the door and leans his back against it. “Oh no.” His eyes rake up and down my body.
My breath hitches. “What?”
“I cannot go out with you looking like that.”
I cock my head, assuming he’s pleased, but not sure. I don’t know him well enough yet. “Why not?”
“Because I will be blue-balling it all through dinner.”
I smile seductively. “Well, maybe we should take care of that before we go, then.”
“Nah,” he says, not moving from the door. “I don’t want to muss your hair when you’re looking so good.”
“Muss my hair?” I smirk, grabbing the hem of my short skirt and yanking it up to flash him my see-through mesh and lace panties before I kick off my heels and go running for the bedroom. Catch me if you can.
The sound of his low chuckle precedes thundering footsteps, and he catches me around the waist just as I reach the door. I give a shriek of excitement.
“Now you’re in big trouble.” He sets my feet back on the ground. I start to take off again, only to have him block me and pin me back against the wall by my upper arms.
I kick my dangling feet, giggling. He insinuates his thigh between mine, leaning forward and dragging his mouth up my neck. I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Oh God,” he moans. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? You’re going to get yourself fucked right here against this wall. Is that what you want?”
His words set me on fire, the coarseness of his language flicking the switch from hot to flaming. His fingers bite into the flesh of my arms, but I don’t want it to end. “Yeah,” I breathe.
His eyelids flicker, and he inhales deeply, releasing my arms to cup my breasts. With my back planted against the wall and my legs wound around his waist, he holds me pinned in position. I lose my mind completely, so crazed with desire I can’t wait another instant to have him inside me. I reach for the button on his slacks, managing to undo it as he kneads my ass with his hands. He reaches back with one hand to grab his wallet out of his pocket before he wriggles to shimmy his slacks down. After retrieving a condom from the billfold and putting it between his teeth, he tosses the wallet on the floor with the pants. He slips his finger in the gusset of my panties. Finding me wet, he makes an approving noise. I snatch the condom from his mouth and rip open the wrapper, grasping his cock with a firm grip to slide it on.
Bobby shifts his position against me and yanks my panties to the side to push the head of his sheathed cock against my entrance. I gasp as he shoves deeper, filling me. He holds my thighs and uses the wall to brace me as he pumps in and out, the sound of our bodies banging the drywall covering the noise of my cries. I nearly sob with need. Bobby’s aggression, the way he manhandles me, makes me feel more desirable than I ever felt in my life. As if he finds me so sexy he can hardly control himself, can’t make it the extra five feet to the bed, needs me as badly as I now need him.
“Oh God, oh yeah!” he shouts, coming.
I spasm around his cock, his orgasm the only excuse I need to come. I clutch his shoulders, digging my nails into his arms as my vision turns black with sparks of light.
“Bobby,” I pant, sounding hoarse. So far he’s three for three. So much for trouble getting off with a partner. With Bobby Manghini, it doesn’t seem to be an issue.
He remains pressed inside me, breathing against my neck, fingers gripping the flesh of my thighs.
“I’m pretty sure that messed up your hair,” he says when his breath slows.
I give a contented sigh, and he releases me, easing out as he gently lowers my legs.
“That was a very nice start to our date.” He pulls up his pants and zips them.
I lower my skirt and straighten the bustier. “Yes,” I agree.
“I will have to make sure to reward you properly.”
I have no idea what he means, but his words excite me, making me eager to win his approval during every encounter.
We freshen up and head out. He drives me to L’amore, a fancy Italian restaurant where the maitre d’ greets him by name.
“Sal, this is my girl, Lexi.”
The maitre d’ actually bows to me. “A pleasure to meet you.”
“If she comes here, with or without me, you take good care of her and put it on my tab, capisce?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Manghini.”
Um wow. I try to hide my pleasure at the idea of having free rein to dine on his dime. I have seriously been living on canned tuna and frozen burritos. This is a massive treat for me.
The waiter comes and Bobby looks over the top of the wine menu at me. “Do you prefer wine or a cocktail?”
“You decide.” I’m honestly a little overwhelmed by all the new luxuries coming at me at once.
Bobby seems to like that answer because his gaze turns warm. He orders a bottle of Shiraz. “And Anthony?” he calls our waiter back.
“Yes, Mr. Manghini?”
“This is Lexi, my girl. I want you to treat her like a princess, understand? If she says ‘jump’, you ask ‘how high?’ Got it?”
“Of course, Mr. Manghini.” Anthony gives me a deferential bow of his head. “Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything.”
Okay, now I really feel like a princess. No one has ever said anything like that for or about me before. I work a service-type job. I make the clients feel like queens, not the other way around. I’m the one fluffing people upI don’t get fluffed. It’s almost too much, like I want to tell the waiter he doesn’t have tothat I’m a peasant too, and he shouldn’t worry about me. But screw that. I created this situation out of nothing. Two nights ago, I was literally almost on the street. I’m not going to refuse abundance when it knocks on my dooreven if it’s only temporary. Or perhaps, especially because it’s only temporary. I’m going to milk the hell out of this situation with Bobby while I’m in it.
The waiter leaves, and Bobby’s gaze dips to my breasts, and I realize my nipples are standing on end, pointing out my thrill to him, even through my strapless bra. “If you are trying to impress me, it worked,” I confide.
Bobby grins. “Glad to hear it, bambina. You take care of me, and I’ll take care of you, Lex. Speaking of which.” He reaches into his pocket. “I have a present for you.”
He hands me a new iPhone, the latest model.
I stare at it, slightly confused. I mean, I’m happy to receive any gift, but it’s not like I needed a new phone. I would’ve rather had the cash for it to pay off Arissa for my rent at Stylz.
“It’s untrackable and untappable,” he says.
Ah. Now I understand.
“Gimme your old phone, and I’ll put the sim card in.”
I hand over my phone, and he makes the swap.
“Use the calendar app for your hair appointments. It’s shared with me, so I can see what time you have to go in and get off.”
I blink. Wow. Is that a red flag? What am I getting myself into?
“Yes, I do own you, now.” His wink softens the words.
I flush. There’s only one way to play this, and that’s to go with the flow. See his control issues as a kink, not a personality flaw.
“You’re the boss,” I say.