My Mafia Madness

Chapter 13 - A Challenge

Dante had a hard time controlling himself at the very sight of Alexa as she graciously entered the room on the arm of his most trusted employee, Nicola.

Alexa wore red, which also happened to be his favourite colour.

This was the woman he planned on making his newest assistant.

The woman who for some unknown reason, had captivated him entirely.

He wanted to know everything there was to know about Alexa. That and more.

Her long red silken gown flowed like crimson liquid over the length of her curvaceous body as her hips swayed from side to side with each of her steps.

The lengthy slit in the side of her gown allowed a sneak peek of her long, silken leg as she moved along beside his second-in-command one step after the other until they had met in the middle of the secluded dining room.

“Miss Myers, you made it.” he beamed with delight.

Reaching out his hand for hers, Alexa instinctively did the same and placed her hand in his.

The moment she touched his skin she felt a warmth she could not explain. A sudden fire emerging from somewhere deep within her, one that she knew would be somewhat impossible to extinguish.

It only got worse when Dante then did as Luigi had earlier on and brought the top of her hand up towards his plump lips.

As his lips pressed upon her soft skin and he kissed it surprisingly gently, he remained fixated on her warm eyes, never once breaking eye contact or even blinking.

Alexa could suddenly feel the warm sensation moving down below, towards her core and she quickly snapped out of such deviant thoughts, clearing her throat before she spoke.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Romano, for the lift in.”

“It was of course my pleasure.” he replied, still holding onto her outstretched hand as the two simply stood staring into one another’s eyes for a moment in silence.

Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Nicola decided to speak up.

“My apologies, but I need to see to something.”

Dante nodded his head, still unable to break his gaze upon Alexa.

Nicola turned to look at her now as he spoke.

“Miss Myers, enjoy your evening.”

“You too, Mr. Russo.” she replied, c*****g one brow upward in triumph.

This surprised Dante as he looked between the two for a moment with a smirk. He had no idea of how this woman had managed to learn Nicola’s last name and was somewhat intrigued by her wit.

Rolling his eyes, Nicola turned and began to walk in silence back out of the secluded dining room, leaving Alexa and Dante alone at last.

Finally releasing her hand and gesturing with a wave of his hand, Dante stepped to the side as he spoke.

“Please, come. Have a seat. Are you hungry?”

“A little” she admitted, shyly.

Alexa began to make her way towards the lone table up the back of the room where Dante had been seated only moments earlier.

Suddenly he was startled as a well-dressed waiter quickly darted in front of her and pulled out her chair, holding the back of it and waiting for her to be seated.

The entire time he did not meet her eyes, instead he kept his eyes cast downwards and Alexa wondered why.

Dante in the meantime had already sat down in his chair once more and watched her with a keen interest.

He watched as she smiled and sat down, allowing the waiter to help push her in closer towards the table, which was customary.

The same waiter then proceeded to pick up her large white cloth napkin from the table and flicked it into the air to open it, before gently laying it across her lap and then disappearing once more.

“So, what do you think of Il Luogo so far, Miss Myers?” Dante asked coolly.

Just then, another waiter suddenly appeared and placed a fresh glass of scotch on the rocks before him, which the billionaire simply reached out and grasped before lifting it up to take a slow sip.

He didn’t even appear to notice the waiter. The entire time his eyes were locked onto Alexa.

“It’s absolutely stunning.” she announced.

Dante turned to acknowledge the waiter now standing beside them holding onto a slimline black tablet.

“Keep them coming.” Dante commanded softly, tapping on the rim of his glass.

“And what does the lady want to drink?”

Both men turned their attention towards Alexa now, putting her on the spot. But she did not falter or cower away like she thought she would. No, instead she replied casually. Confidently.

“Do you have any good Merlots?” she asked the waiter.

“Yes madam. Is there any kind in particular you would prefer?” the Italian accented waiter enquired.

Dante decided to cut in.

“Bring out a bottle of the 1990 Petrus Pomerol, will you Mario?”

“Si signore.” (Yes, sir)

With that, the waiter named Mario disappeared once more to collect her order.

Suddenly, Alexa found herself fondly checking him out as she sat there in silence.

Her warm chocolate brown eyes moved over his body from head to torso, with his bottom half currently covered by the table they were seated at.

He had his short dark hair styled in a neat cuded undercut, with his hair just slightly longer at the top and spiked. His beard consisted of short, dark stubble which reached around the length of his pointed chin and up towards his thin, neatly trimmed sideburns.

The suit he was wearing probably cost more than she had been making in a single year and she could smell the enticing aroma of his woodsy cologne from where she was seated. It was already causing her core to moisten with arousal.

Pursing her lips together she fought against such thoughts and decided to make friendly conversation instead.

At least until her drink had arrived.

She needed a little liquid courage before she began negotiating the apparent position he had suggested she take as his assistant.

And it arrived right on time.

Mario suddenly re-appeared, carrying the lavish bottle and holding it up to display for the dining couple. Dante merely waved his hand in approval Mario began working on properly uncorking it.

Once she had a glass poured for her, she reached out and took it, slowly lifting it up towards her waiting red lips.

Dante watched with a keen interest as her lips parted and she tilted her head back ever so slightly to take a sip from her crystal glass.

He could feel his c**k hardening with uncontrollable want as he watched her close her eyes for a moment, before reopening them to reveal an expression of sudden pleasure.

Her tongue darted outwards and ran along her lips and the sight of it was enough to make him go crazy. Dante needed to readjust himself as he let out a deep breath of focus.

No woman had ever made him feel like this.

What the hell was wrong with him?

“Wow, this wine’s delicious.”

She finally spoke her approval and Mario bowed his head with a pleased smile before leaving the bottle on the table, turning and disappearing.

Smiling, Alexa leaned in a little towards Dante as she spoke.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have to ask. How on earth did you manage to book a table here on such short notice? I mean, I know this place has a waitlist cueing on for months.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, while skilfully swirling the glass in her hand.

“What’s your secret, Mr. Romano?”

He gave a deep chuckle at her curiosity.

“It’s no secret…”

He leaned back casually into his chair, his hand moving across to unbutton one of his expensive black suit’s buttons as he continued.

“This room is always booked out for me, whenever I choose to dine here. Call it a perk of owning the place.”

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers upon hearing this.

“You… you own Il Luogo?” she reiterated in disbelief. “There’s no way.”

“Guilty, I’m afraid.”

He lifted his glass of scotch once more, swirling it around for a moment as he smiled at her shocked expression.

“I see you’ve heard of my little… establishment.”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone’s heard of this place! You’d have to be living under a rock not to have.”

“Good to hear you don’t live under a rock.” he taunted.

Her eyes narrowed, accepting his challenge.

“Who says I don’t?” she shot back with a smirk of her own, before taking yet another sip of her wine.

He laughed for a moment, but then his expression changed and became more serious.

“So, tell me all there is to know about Alexa Myers.” he urged.

Alexa frowned.

“I thought we were here to discuss the possibility of my employment as your personal assistant, Mr. Romano? To go over the contract and whatnot?” she queried, her left brow lifting in question.

“Of course, but we’ll get to that later on.”

He pushed the matter aside easily and leaned forward.

His eyes were now filled with challenge as he placed his glass down and rested both of his arms across the surface of the table.

“How about we play a little game first?”

“A… game?” she asked in confusion.

“A drinking game.” he replied vaguely.

“I’m listening.”

Grinning, Dante went on to explain.

“I’ll allow you to ask me any three questions you choose, and in return, I can ask you three questions of my own.”

“I fail to see the game side of it?” she reminded.

“The rules are, if you choose not to answer a question, you must drink the remainder of your glass.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

She took a moment to think it over a little more, but her head was already swimming. Swallowing she opened her mouth to speak.

“So, you’re saying that I ask my three questions, you get to ask yours, and if either of us decides not to answer our question, we have to essentially skull our entire drink?” she queried.

“Am I on the right track? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Precisely.” was all he spoke in response.

Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, Alexa took this as her opportunity to learn more about the reclusive billionaire she knew so little about.

But she would have to make sure that her three questions were worthwhile.

She knew that sculling an entire glass of wine wouldn’t be enjoyable.

Choosing not to think anymore on the matter, she leaned in to mirror him with a playful smirk of her own, meeting his steely gaze with one of her own.

“You’re on.”