Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 8 - From Bad to Worse [Part 2]

A/N: This is part 2 of chapter 8 so make sure you've read part 1 beforehand! Enjoy!

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Chapter 8 - From Bad to Worse [Part 2]

"Oh my goodness Daman you are too funny!" Helen burst out in over-exaggerated laughter.

Helen was Zack's girlfriend. I was assuming she was some kind of gold digger because throughout the entire dinner, she was fully concentrated on laughing at Daman's "jokes". Every time he made a sarcastic remark about his company, she was the first to laugh. Or maybe she was attracted to his subtly charming personality and dashing good looks.

Rolling my eyes I turned to Leo making sure he was eating his food. Not that I could be one to boss him around about that. I had barely touched my food. I had lost all appetite. Watching Helen and half the other wives and girlfriends gawk over Daman was slightly nauseating. And if they weren't staring at him, they were glaring at me.

"What was your name again?" Lacey, Cody's wife, had asked me. When I answered, she retorted with "I once had a maid named Valentina. She was an illegal from Mexico. Remember what happened Cody? I found the bitch stealing."

And to make matters even worse, she loudly stated her little maid story at the table, loud and clear for everyone to hear. The bitch was out to get me.

Oh, and did I mention that Michael was intensely staring at me throughout dinner? Daman would repetitively catch him and tighten his grip on the silverware. It was all just one giant shit show.

"I think we should invest in another building cite. I was thinking about that new building on 5th street. With another property, we could expand the business vastly." Daman took a sip of his wine and calmly placed his hand on my thigh.

My head snapped towards him, shocked by the action. He showed no signs of anger or teasing. He continued to talk about his expansion plans, eventually moving his hands up higher and higher. When he reached the spot between my legs, he ran a finger along it through my jeans, causing me to slap his hand off and clear my throat.

He let out a low chuckle while listening to someone talk. His eyes were so casually focused straight ahead, that it would be impossible for anyone to guess where his hands were wandering. Placing his hand back on my thigh, I nervously I looked over at Leo, who was picking at his salad with a fork, completely oblivious to what was going on. I couldn't help but relax a little under his touch. It was quite soothing...

His large hand moved along the inside of my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but arch myself up to greet his touch, amplifying the intimacy.

"Daman holds a good point, I mean expansion helps business by a great deal," Michael spoke gazing into my eyes, "Who knows? Maybe we'll end up in Europe. I mean, what's a Euro to a dollar?" He smirked mischeiviously.

I felt the breath get sucked out of me. What?

As soon as the words slipped through Michael's lips, Daman's hand stopped moving along my thigh and his entire body tensed. My mind instantly remembered the single Euro bill that Michael had given to Daman—well given to me to give to Daman.

"Mmm I think I'm ready for desert." Helen winked at Daman. What. The. Fuck.

Everyone else at the table seemed totally clueless to the message behind Michael's words, making it a discrete conversation between Daman, Michael, and I.

Nausea swept through me and it wasn't just from Helen's gross attempt of flirting. Maybe the salad was made with rotten lettuce or something.

"Enough business talk, my mind is overwhelmed from all the adult talk." Daman let out a fake laugh in attempt to change the subject. As the guests began to discuss their fun vacation plans, Daman resumed his little touch session.