The Auditor and the Mafia King

Chapter 7

Charlotte POV

I feel like I stepped inside of a movie, a dirty movie with a very hot lead character. The things I saw in, what did they call it, oh yeah, a dungeon. I wanted to just explore and touch everything. I’ve never had s*x before but that doesn’t mean I don’t know about the broad range of s****l fantasies and play. Good thing I get to go back to my apartment after this meeting is over, my body is ready for a release.

“Well, it looks like I have covered everything we need to discuss today Mr. Moretti. If you have any more questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me before the end of my day. I will be back periodically to check in with you in regard to the audit. Most of my work will be done in the office at the apartment I am living in. I won’t need to be here daily but will also need to see and take note of the inventory of your other clubs. Is there a day and time that we can set those tours up?” I asked as I begin packing up the documents I was given.

“I have four clubs in New York and two clubs in New Jersey. You’ve seen this one, the other three we could tour in one day and then the two in New Jersey would need to be done on a separate day. I can pick you up and take you to the three New York clubs tomorrow and then we can do the two in New Jersey the following day. Does that work for you Ms. Smith?”

“I do have my own vehicle so please send me the address of the first club you’d like me to tour, and I can meet you there, anytime after 9 am is okay with me.”

“I will text you that information and see you in the morning Ms. Smith. Please allow me to walk you out.”

Antonio waits for me to gather the rest of the documents and leads me to the elevator. He stands behind me as we start descending the building and I feel him sniff my hair. I turn to tell him how unprofessional that is when the elevator all of a sudden stops.

“Mr. Moretti is this something that I need to be worried about? Does your elevator stop in the middle of a floor all the time?” I realize I am starting to sound panicked. Elevators are not one of my favorite methods of transportation, I almost always take the stairs because I am terrified of being stuck in them. I feel a hand pressed on my lower back and Antonio closes the gap between us.

“Calm down Ms. Smith, this happens occasionally. It usually only lasts about 15 minutes. I’m sorry that today is one of those days. Would you like to sit down or talk to take your mind off your worries?”

I start to breathe a little bit slower and deeper, trying to calm myself down. I look up and realize that Antonio is staring at my lips, and I bite my lower lip in response to his gaze. My heart rate is calming a little bit and instead of panicking about the elevator my mind is strictly thinking about how soft his lips look and how much I want him to kiss me.

“If you don’t stop biting your lower lip like that, I might have to nibble it for myself,” Antonio quietly tells me which leads to me licking my lips. Antonio grabs my chin and forces me to meet his gaze, he then leans in close and just as he is about to kiss me the elevator starts moving again. I’m not sure if I am relieved or irritated but I shake my head and tell him, “Mr. Smith you are being unprofessional. I am auditing your company, and this is strictly a business relationship. Please ensure that your future actions are kept to a professional manner.”

He smiles at me and before the door opens, he says, “I can tell you wanted me to kiss you as much as I wanted to kiss you Ms. Smith. But don’t worry, I will keep this professional for now. I will wait for you to ask me to kiss you, touch you, f**k you, spank you, do everything you ever fantasized about.”

My face is burning red with embarrassment, and I respond, “in your dreams Mr. Smith. I have been able to wait for this long, I’m sure waiting until I find someone who treats me as their queen won’t be a problem.”

He gasps and the look in his eyes is of pure lust and desire. “Mark my words Charlotte, I will make you mine and you will beg for my c**k to pound into your pussy.”

The elevator dings and I hear him chuckle as I walk out of his building quickly. I stop by a sub shop across the road to order lunch and return to my apartment. I set up my home office and throw myself into starting the audit process. This doesn’t take too long, just a couple of hours to enter the information into one of our systems. This is always the easiest part of the audit, entering the company information and creating the beginning of a casefile.

Before I know it, my workday has ended and I pour myself a glass of wine as I begin cooking dinner. I want to eat early so I can take a stroll around the block to see what other businesses and nearby. I don’t want to stay cooped up in my apartment for six months, I need to be able to get out and explore the city.

After eating I change into some casual clothing, jeans and a t-shirt. I grab a jacket and put on my favorite walking shoes. I don’t plan on impressing anyone tonight, I just want to see what there is outside of these walls to do. I find myself walking a few blocks and finding many restaurants and bars. I decide to stop into one of the bars and order a drink. I sit at the bar after paying the bartender. I glance around and it looks like most of the people in here just got out of office jobs, there is a lot of office attire. I make my way over to a pool table and start racking up the balls.

“Want someone to play against?” I hear someone ask. As I turn around, I see a handsome young man. Tall, dark hair, his t-shirt does nothing to hide his muscles. “I’ll play you for a round of drinks,” he says.

“Sure, I just racked the balls. You want to break, or do you want me to?” I ask.

“You can break,” he smiles.

I break and sink one striped ball. “I guess I’m stripes,” I tell him. I continue and sink another ball. I don’t want to seem overly cocky, so I sink the white ball next. The handsome stranger goes next and sinks three solid balls before missing the next shot. I take a shot and sink a striped ball and the white ball. The handsome stranger then sinks three more of his solid balls. He has one left and I have four. I decide to miss this time and let him win. He sinks his last striped ball and calls the corner pocket for the 8-ball and sinks that too.

“I guess that means this round is on me. Want to play again but up the wager?” I ask. “What do you have in mind,” he responds. “I’ve got lots of time and a little extra cash, how about a friendly bet of $50 for the next game?”

He looks at me, not sure if I am playing him or not and agrees. “What do you want to drink?” I ask. “I’ll have a single malt scotch on the rocks,” he responds. I order both of us the same drink and we cheers.

“Losers can break first,” he says with a small smirk.

I break and pocket two solid balls. I continue and pocket another one before missing the fourth. He then sinks three striped balls and the white ball. I set up my next round of shots and sink the rest of the solid balls before calling the right corner pocket and sinking the 8-ball. I turn with a smile and tell the man, “I think this was beginners’ luck!” He laughs and knows he has gotten played. He offers to buy me another drink and I let him.

“What is your name? I’ve never seen you in here before,” he asks. I tell him my name is Lottie. I don’t like to give out my actual name to strangers and a lot of people don’t pair Lottie with Charlotte.

“What about you handsome?”

“Valentino,” he responds.

“Well nice doing business with you Valentino. Maybe I’ll stop by more often to take another $50!” I laugh and excuse myself.

I walk back to the apartment and think that this city might just be what I needed. So many opportunities and people here. I contemplate if I can be a city girl one day, maybe there is more to life than just living a quiet, peaceful and lonely existence. I end my day with a bubble bath and head to bed, tomorrow I am touring three more nightclubs. I wonder if they have dungeons too. That thought gets me a little excited and I am beginning to picture the salt-and-peppered rugged man doing things to me in that room that I could only dream of. With those thoughts I drift off to sleep, hoping that my dreams can be enough for now since I cannot professionally step over the line.