𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 |

03
AMBER JACKSON
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You're familiar with the sensation that crawls up your spine, not because of dread, but out of desire. It's almost as if you're suffering from a severe case of anxiety that prevents you from moving. Your heartbeat can be heard in your ears, and you can feel your breaths deep in your lungs. It's maddening. Your bones quiver as a blast of frigid air rushes across your skin. Having a desire for something you can't put into words.

When I felt his hands brush across mine, that's exactly what happened. His glare seemed threatening, yet it ran over me like a cold rain on a hot summer day. It was refreshing. I'm sure if I had to take one step forward, I'd embarrass myself horribly by tripping into the nearby table - so I stayed still.

Despite him stiffening as his hands brushed across mine, he didn't budge. Instead, his pinky finger reached out and began an unconscious little brushing motion against my hand. I was hot. Pretty ironic considering he didn't sign a contract and also wasn't allowed to touch me. Returning my gaze to Nia and Christian, I notice that their gazes are fixed on him, just as mine was a moment earlier. "Simpson, I will not repeat myself, adhere to the rules of my club or you're out." he states with authority that pinches my spine. Christian's eyes darken, indicating that he didn't agree with most of what Mr. Vitale said. "Vitale, I was simply introducing myself. No need to get pissy."

"She wouldn't have shied away from your touch if that were the case. If I were you, I'd keep my hands by my side. To do your job, you'll need your fingers to press the trigger. Isn't that correct?" he spits back a crazed smile on his lips. I see a glimpse of something in Christians eyes before he nods and walks away, but not before licking his chapped lips and giving me another once over. Yuck. I knew men like him. They believed that because of their wealth, status, looks and job they were entitled to everything, including bodies that were not their own.

"Alessandro, I had it under control." Nia says, her eyes rolling and her lips tinged with a smile. Did she know him outside of work? I'm not aware of any boss who would allow his or her staff to refer to them by their first name. "I know that but he's recently been getting too handsy with our employees so I needed to have a talk with him." he told her. His finger is still brushing against mine, and I'm still afraid that if I move, I'll fall. His voice and tone could - and already did - trigger a flood in my panties.

I'm embarrassed because one, I don't know him, two, he's my boss, and three, I want to fuck him. It's almost as if I went to a bar and met the most attractive guy ever, then decided to fuck him in a filthy, coke-infested nightclub bathroom since I knew I wouldn't possibly see him again. This, however, was not the case. If it happened, I'd have to come here every time I was scheduled for work and stare him down. Yeah, not an option.

"You're never down here, Alessandro. Something caught your eye?" Nia asks teasingly while fishing for the envelope behind her and handing it to him. His eyes were on me again. As he turned towards the bar and read over the papers I had just signed, all he could say was, "Hmmmh." From what I could see, his hands were strong. His nails were clean and appeared to have been freshly clipped. Clean hands were attractive, especially when they belonged to men who asserted their power and dominance in every circumstance. And then the vibrant and vivid images of his hands around my throat because of the visible contrast between his tattoos and veins on his tan skin flooded my mind. Shit.

"Anyway, this is Amber, the girl from the restaurant that I mentioned before. I'm just showing her the ropes and letting her know what she can anticipate from her time here." she continues. His gaze shifts to us, and he lifts his left hand to reach into his breast pocket for a pen. "Alessandro Vitale," he says with his right hand up, holding it out for me to shake after he clears his throat. "Nice to meet you, Amber..." he pauses, his gaze returning to the document spread out in front of him.