Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter Six

Andrea walks to the sitting room, the contract in her hand. She stands in front of Brian, arms folded. Brian is seated on the couch with his legs crossed on the center table, reading through a document. He raises his head up when Andrea walks in.

“Have you gone through the contracts?”.

“I’ve gone through them all, yes”.

“Any problem?”.

“Not with the first two, no. But the third one, the… ‘pleasure buddy’ contract. I have…. A problem with it”.

“What problem?”. Brian ask, his lips slowly curling up to a smirk.

“What do you mean by you have the right to do it with me anywhere?”.

“Exactly what you think I mean”. He smirks. Then he puts his legs down and keeps aside the document. “My mood for séx can come at anytime. In the bedroom, in the shower, in the tub, in the sitting room, on the couch, the dining table, in the kitchen, on the aisle, in the car, in the office or even in the restroom when we happen to go out”.

“Uh huh. So you expect us to do it in the car and in a public bathroom?!”.

“Yes, as I said my mood for….”.

“I get it!”, She snaps and sighs. “That’s just absurd. You, Mr. Brian are really insane”.

He grins. “You’ll get used to it”.

“I want that part removed from the contract”.

“Sorry but that’s not going to happen”.

“What do you mean by that?! You told me to go through the contract, carefully and let you know if there’s any part I’m not comfortable or satisfied with!”.

“Yes, I did say that but that doesn’t actually mean I had plans of doing anything about it. I actually told you to tell me so I can know which one to start with, just to annoy you. I honestly had and have no plans of removing anything from the contract”.

“You truly are insane”. Andrea says with a shake of her head.

“As I said, you’ll get used to it. Now go dress up so I can introduce you to your colleagues”. Andrea glares at him and makes her way back into the room. “Move that pretty a$$, we don’t have all day”.

“f**k off Brian!”, She snaps before slamming the door behind her. Brian chuckles in amusement before returning to read through the document.

Ten minutes later, Andrea walks out of the room, a black purse in hand, dressed in a sleeveless black tight fitted knee length dress paired with a brown wedge heels. Her long Auburn hair packed into a ponytail. She’s wearing light makeup.

The sound of the room door closing, gets the attention of Brian. He looks up as she makes her way to him. His mouth snaps open as he looks at her.

“Wow, who knew you could clean up nicely”.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?”.

“It’s whatever you want it to be hottie”. He looks at her from down to up, his gaze stopping briefly at her cleavage before moving up to look at her. “I regret buying you this outfit”.

“Technically, you didn’t buy me the outfit since it’ll be deducted from my allowance money. You only picked it. So the appropriate term should be, I regret picking out this outfit for you. As your personal assistant, my duty is to make sure you speak properly”. Brian raises his brows at her and she sighs.

“You know what, let’s just go. Pretend I never said that”.

“I will definitely not do that. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life”. He smirks.

“Then I hope you develop dementia. Let’s go”. She makes for the door and Brian whistles.

“I might end up killing a lot of men today because your a$$ bouncing with every step is a sight to behold and enough to drive any man crazy”.

“Brian! Can you just zip it for like five seconds?!”. Andrea snaps and opens the door.

“Yes, I can but first, you seem to have forgotten about the elevator we took the day before”. Andrea pauses in her tracks then angrily turns back, slamming the door. They both walk to the elevator and Brian swipes his key card. The elevator makes a ding sound and opens, then they both step in.

“I didn’t see any of the guards, where are they?”. Andrea asks but Brian doesn’t respond. “Hey, I asked you a question”. The elevator stops and opens. They both step out and Brian makes his way to the garage, Andrea behind him.

When they get to the car, the same Mercedes Benz that took them to the hotel the previous night, standing by the back passenger door is Aurelio. He opens the door and Brian climbs in followed by Andrea. Aurelio gets into the driver’s seat and puts the car in motion.

“Brian?”, Andrea calls and he turns to look her.

“Yes?”.

“Why didn’t you answer my question in the elevator?”.

“You told me to zip it for five seconds and I did. Even decided to add an extra time to it”.

“Oh. I… Didn’t expect you to answer”.

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it because I knew you wouldn’t be able to do without asking me a question. It felt nice ignoring you”. He shrugs.

“I honestly…… Don’t know what to do with you”. Andrea shakes her head frustratingly.

“You can give me a blow job. I really won’t mind”.

Andrea stares at him in horror before moving a little to create more space between them.

Some minutes later, the car stops in the parking garage. Aurelio opens the door for both Brian and Andrea and they both step out.

“Let me guess”, Andrea murmurs. “You have a private elevator here that takes you directly to your office so you won’t have to see, greet or exchange conversations with anyone while going to your office”.

Brian chuckles amusingly and smiles. “You guessed correctly my pleasure buddy”.

“Don’t call me that!”. She grits and he grins.

“But I like it and by the way the contract says I can call you whatever I want to”.

“Both you and your Lawyer are idiots”. She murmurs and he laughs. The voice enhancer making him sound like a wheezing donkey.

They stop at the elevator and Brian swipes a different key card, probably his office key card. The elevator opens and they walk in. As they go up, Andrea engages him in a conversation.

“So what exactly will I be doing as your personal assistant?”.

“What personal assistants do”.

“Which is?”. He looks at her in a strange manner and she rolls her eyes.

“I’ve never worked as a personal assistant before so I don’t know what it entails”.

“Huh. You’ll assist me with organizing my day-to-day business and personal tasks. And then you’ll offer me lots of séx”.

“I may not know what a personal assistant does but I’m pretty sure offering séx to her boss isn’t part of it”.

“Yours is an exception”. He says and adjusts his suit jacket.

“Huh uh. Is séx the only thing you ever think about?”.

“No, of course not. I think about other things. Like right now, I’m thinking about pinning you to the elevator wall and smashing you hard and fast from behind”.

Andrea opens her mouth to respond but then shuts it. And then she opens it again, but no words come out of it.

“I’m glad to know I make you speechless”. Brian chuckles.

“You’ve been making me speechless since we first met”.

“Well, that’s an honor”. He grins and she shakes her head.

“You’re hopeless”. She says and walks out of the already opened door of the elevator.

Brian smiles a genuine smile and walks after her.

Andrea gasps when she steps into his office. The office is tastefully furnished with floor to ceiling windows around the office that show the buildings outside. There’s a huge mahogany desk with a chair behind and in front for visitors. There’s a long couch by the side with a small side table by it. And on the walls, are paintings of half naked women.

“Seriously?”, Andrea asks dryly.

“What? It’s art. Are you an art hater?”. Andrea ignores him and goes back to admiring the office. In the office, is another door.

“Where does that door lead to?”. She asks him as he settles down in his chair.

“My lunch room. I don’t have lunch with the rest at the cafeteria”.

“And what about the PA’s office. Where is it located?”.

“Second office when you walk out of this one. There are only two offices on this floor. Mine and the personal assistant’s”.

“Then, I’ll go check it out”. Andrea says and makes for the door.

“No need”, Brian says, stopping her in her tracks. “This office is big enough for two people that’s why I’ll be moving that office into this one. So, Eliza, this is also your office and that”, pointing to the door in his office, “is also your lunch room. I hate to break it to you, actually I don’t but you will not be having lunch with the other workers”.

“You’re putting me on a short leash”. She scowls.

“Of course not, I just want you to be by my side at all times”.

“It’s the same thing!”, She barks.

“Chill Eliza, I’m not restricting your movement or anything. You can socialize with the workers whenever you want and go out whenever you want. All I ask, is that you have lunch with me everyday”. He gets up from his seat and walks towards her. He trails his fingers up her exposed arms. “It gets really lonely and it’s been even more lonely ever since I fired my former assistant. Not like she had lunch with me or anything but at least, I had someone to talk to”.

“I’m sorry”. Andrea whispers. “I didn’t mean to jump into conclusions”.

“Its alright”, he whispers back, slowly moving his hand to the zipper on her dress. Andrea looks down and screams, jumping a few steps backwards and then screaming again. “What the hell?! Why did you scream like that?!”.

“The floor, it’s made of glass”. She says shakily.

“Yeah, so?”.

“That’s dangerous. It could break”.

“It can’t, it’s sturdy. You have nothing to be afraid of”. Brian sighs. Andrea c***s her head to the side as she looks at the people walking around through the glass floor.

“Can the people downstairs see us up here?”, She asks.

“No. The glass only lets us see down but not up”.

“It’s more like a way of monitoring your workers without them knowing. Smart!”. Andrea grins, completely forgetting about her fear.

“I guess so”, Brian murmurs, a little scowl on his face.

“What?”, Andrea asks, noticing the scowl.

“Don’t ever scream like that”.

“What? Did I give the mighty Brian Dalton a scare?”, She asks in a baby voice. Brian snorts.

“Do you want me to cover the glass so you won’t be afraid anymore?”. He asks.

“You can do that?”.

“Yes, so do you?”.

“Yes please. Thank you”. He mumbles a reply and walks back to his desk then he clicks on a button underneath the desk. Andrea watches as the people downstairs completely disappear out of view. “Nice. So what now?”.

“Now”, Brian says, taking unhurried steps towards her. “We have fun”.

“But what about showing me around and introducing me to my colleagues?”, She asks, taking a step back with every step he takes towards her.

“That will have to wait till after the fun is over”. He smirks, slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket. Andrea keeps taking steps backwards until her back hits the door. She shakes the handle continuously in an aggressive manner but the door doesn’t budge.

“It’s locked”, Brian says, his smirk growing wider. He stops really close to her, his face mere inches from her. He places both of his palms on the door, caging her in. “There’s no where to run, Eliza”.

“This is wrong Brian. This is your office”.

“Don’t worry, my door is always locked so no one can barge in and it’s sound proofed. You have nothing to worry about”.

Andrea swallows a huge gulp of saliva. Brian presses himself against her, pressing her against the door then raises both of her legs and wraps them around his waist.

“I have so many scenarios in my head. So many that I’ll be surprised if you survive any of them”. He softly massages her thighs, moving his hands up to cup her bútt. He fondles them and she lets out a sigh. “You like that, don’t you?”. He moves his finger under her dress and gently rubs her clît through her panties. “Already so wet for me”, he chuckles. Andrea’s breathing becomes labored as Brian teases her with his fingers.

He lifts her up from the door with her legs still wrapped around him and walks to his desk. He places her gently on the edge of the desk and pushes her dress up to her waist then spreads her legs apart.

He pulls off his jacket and tosses it on the back of his chair. Brian crouches low to undo the buckle on her wedge heels then he pulls off her panties, placing it on the table by her side. He leans down so that his face is in line with her center. As he moves his mouth to taste her, she stops with a light tug of his hair.

“What are you doing?”. She asks breathlessly.

“What do you think?”. He asks then he cups her ass, pulls it off the table with both hands gripping tight on either cheek, and delves his tongue into her slit.

She moans and bucks against him, the sensation overwhelming—his hot wet tongue against her sensitive skin. He licks from back to front and back again, over and over, sloppy and wet and messy, his hot tongue exploring every inch of her. Then he pushes deeper, presses his tongue between her lips and inside her vágina, Andrea cries out, leaning back against the table.

“Oh my gosh, Brian!”, She cries out and grabs a fistful of his hair, pushing herself deeper into his mouth. With one last thrust of his tongue, she comes hard, screaming his name in the process. Brian licks her dry before raising his head back up, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You taste divine, Andrea”. He helps her wear her panties and her wedge heels back then helps her back down. She sways a bit before steadying herself then pulls down her dress.

Before Andrea gets to respond, Brian’s phone rings. “Aren’t you going to pick that?”, She asks, when Brian doesn’t make a move to reach for his phone.

“I should”, he murmurs and takes it out of his pocket.

“Yes? Alright, give me five minutes, I’ll be there”. Andrea wasn’t able to hear what the person on the other side of the call said, but she can tell from the stiffness of Brian’s shoulders that it wasn’t good.

“Is there a problem?”.

“No problem. I won’t be able to take you on a proper tour of this place just yet, so why don’t you just make yourself comfortable till I get back”. He picks up his jacket and wears it, adjusting the lapel. “I won’t be long”. He walks to the elevator and swipes his key card then walks in when it opens. The elevator closes and Brian vanishes from view.