Oh god, I was so nervous. I'd been on dates before. But not with him. I'd been on dates with boys. Boys who my dad would insist on meeting, never a man like Marco. I'd also never lied about having a date.
Tonight I was going for dinner with some girls in the city and Marco was driving me - as he had business there. At least that's what everyone else thinks. Really I was heading for a romantic dinner in Marco's club.
And before I was stood in just my underwear deciding what to wear.
I knew I wasn't wearing a bra. And a thong looked the nicest. But that's the best I had. Eventually after snuck away glass of wine - for my ridiculous nerves - I decided on a little black dress - a classic.
As I walked down the stairs my mother looked approvingly at my outfit - my father did not.
"Are you going out in that? You'll get... Erm... Cold." He stated. Admittedly it was a little revealing, but I wanted it that way.
"Dad, it's like 100 degrees out tonight - it's summer. It's hot? I would be over dressed in a bikini right now out there." My mom smiled at my defiance and I could tell my dad wanted to as well.
"Well, I'm sure you know best at 18 - just be careful, you have your cell?" I nodded, "Keep Marco on speed dial - he'll be able to get to you quicker than the men, OK?" I nodded again.
I received a quick hug from each of them as Marco entered the foyer.
He eyed me slyly - as so not to make it aware he was clearly fucking me with his eyes.
He seemed to pause for a moment as I turned fully to him then spoke, "Are you ready to leave Niamh?"
I nodded, this time it was me drinking him in.
He was wearing a tight black shirt and black jeans. He looked smouldering.
He had a quick word with my dad then we were finally on our way.
I followed him out and slid into the side of his sleek BMW.
"Nice wheels." I said smoothly.
He flashed me a smile then put the car into drive.
It was slow drive in to the city - due to weekend traffic - and we were sat in silence. I couldn't stand it.
"What did you say to my dad as we left?" He looked over to me briefly, then put his hand on my knee.
"I told him you and my friends were welcome to stay in my hotel after your dinner, so not having to be driving out of the city late. And in case I want a drink." He eyed me cautiously, "He thought it was a good idea, funny enough, how about you?"
I seemed not to have processed what he was really saying, I was caught up on the fact he had a hotel. "Wait, you own a hotel?"
He nodded. "So a club and a hotel?"
"I own a casino too. In fact your father is a silent - and very profited -partner in my casino."
I felt out of my depth. He could tell, "Are you ok?" He pushed a button and wound down my window. "You looked a little flustered."
I shook my head, "No," that was a lie, "I just didn't know any of that."
"You're father is. Very successful, mainly silent, businessman."
"And you're some super entrepreneur?" He smiled coyly. "I'd like to think so."
"Did your father front the money for the businesses? Is that why you still work for him?"
He seemed to look annoyed at my assumption.
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RomanceShe's 18. He's 32. She wants him. He wants her. He knows he shouldn't have her. She knows he's taking too much of her too soon. They're playing a dangerous game in a dangerous world. They're in a middle of feuding families, drugs, sex and fights. S...
