Yes, Daddy

Chapter Eight Mia

MIA

I'm in awe of the ballroom as we walk into the hall; high ceiling, beautiful crystal chandeliers, white marble floors, and masterpieces decorate the walls. I cling on to Ethan's arm more in fear that I will trip than anything.

I have never been self-conscious, but tonight I can't help but wonder if I look as good as all women standing around me.

They stare at Ethan as we walk by, and I want to slap them. Jealousy is not a pleasant feeling, nor is it something I have ever felt before.

"Well, look who we have here." A tall Frenchman says with a smile. He shakes Ethan's hand.

"Yes, my brother sends me in his place. Its a pleasure to be here." Ethan says. I shift my weight. The Frenchman notices my bare leg from the open thigh in my dress. His eyes travel up before resting on my eyes.

"Who, might this be?" He asks, taking my hand in his with a kiss. I blush.

"Mia, I'm Ethan's new assistant," I say before Ethan can. Ethan pulls me tight against his side.

"Yes, my assistant." He says, emphasizing mine. If the man notices he does not show it. "I'm Enzo. Its a pleasure to meet you, Mia," he says, releasing my hand.

"It's a pleasure seeing you as always, Enzo. If you will excuse us. We need to make our way around to mingle." Ethan states in a hard tone. Enzo's eyes meet his than mine once again before backing away.

"Of course. Enjoy your night." He turns, walking away. Ethan pulls me through the crowd of men and women to the bar.

"What would you like?" His hard tone now gone. "Cabernet Sauvignon," I say with a smile.

Ethan orders a whiskey on the rocks and my wine before turning back to me. My mouth waters at how sexy he looks in his tailored black suit. His brown hair styled back in soft waves. His green gaze is landing to my chest again.

I bought the dress with only him in mind, hoping he would want to strip me naked and take me. So wrong and so bad of me but I couldn't help it. I can't help my strong desire to want him. At first, it was just lust, but as we have got to know each other and to work together, I find my self wanting more than just his body mixed in mine.

Mia, he is your boss. You have to stop this mess now! I yell to my self in thought. He cocks his head and smirks.

"You like what you see?" He asks in amusement. I blush in embarrassment, knowing full well I have been caught gawking at him.

He hands my glass of wine, and I take his arm. I sip my wine as we mingle around the room. A few women get to close to Ethan as we say hello, and it takes everything I have not to pounce on the women.

My feet begin to hurt in these gold heels, and I'm thankful when Ethan directs us to our seat. Soon everyone follows, and a beautiful woman wearing a white lace dress that flows around her comes on to the stage, getting everyone's attention. The room falls silent, and the awards start.

Thanks and speeches are given, and honestly, I'm bored out of my mind, but I keep my smile on my face and clap when I am supposed to. As the awards finally finish, gourmet meals are placed in front of everyone. Filets are sitting in an orange sauce and beautiful arrangements of edible flowers almost too pretty to eat.

My stomach rumbles loudly, and I look around the table, hoping nobody heard. Of course, Ethan smirks at me from the corner of my eyes. Nothing slips past this man, does it? "What, I'm used to eating dinner early," I whisper with a blush. I think I hear the words so beautiful among his chuckle, which makes me blush further.