12. ENZO
12
ENZO
"Did you manage to go over the reports I emailed you?" Valentino's face appears on my laptop screen.
We're finishing up a meeting that I couldn't make it in person for.
"Not yet. I'll look over them as soon as I can."
"Dad, I sent them over four days ago. What's gotten into you? You're usually on top of things."
He’s right, but I’ve been busy enjoying myself this past week. Except, I'm not ready to tell him about Quinn and me just yet.
"I'm giving you a chance to handle things in my place so you know what's it like when I eventually hand over the reins to you."
I can tell he doesn't buy my excuse completely, but he doesn't push.
"If you say so. We're still waiting for the results from the lab."
"Right, just keep me posted."
I shut my laptop, relieved to finally be done. It seems almost like a waste to be doing other things when Quinn is sitting just a few feet from me.
It's been a week since I first invited her over to the cottage. We've made more than a few visits back since.
I know that our time together is limited, and I want to enjoy every single moment.
My eyes darken as I watch her sunbathing, splayed out completely nude across the chair in the sundeck. I brought her out to the yacht today, hoping for a change for scenery.
She does a little stretch, and I watch her chest jut out before she settles back into her chair.
I can't help but admire the sight. She’s curved in all the right places, milky soft skin, and oh so responsive to my touch.
Her perfect breasts jut out, practically begging me to squeeze them.
My imagination takes a dark turn, as I think about what I’d rather be doing to her instead. I’d pin her against the wall, swirl my tongue along those hardened nipples, my hands squeezing her plump ass—that would be enough to have her mewling underneath me, begging me for more.
I’m addicted to her.
God, this woman will be the death of me .
I walk over to her, not bothering to hide the bulge that has formed between my legs.
She notices, immediately.
“Someone’s excited.”
“Can you blame me?” I kneel down to kiss her, my hands travelling to grope her chest gently. “You make it hard not to be.”
“Do we have the time?” She laughs before kissing me again.
“Do you care?”
She moans into my mouth, and I'm about to deepen the kiss before a buzzing sound interrupts us.
It keeps going on, a barrage of notifications. One after the after.
"What the hell is that?" I don't do a great job at hiding my annoyance.
“Oh.” She leans over to grab her phone. “I must have just gotten signal back. Sorry, it's my comments. I just posted a video of the view from the deck when you were busy with your meeting.”
I want to return to the moment, but she's scrolling through her notifications now.
Her face falls.
“Something wrong?” I soften immediately, taking a seat beside her.
“It's nothing, I just.. well, you'll probably think it's stupid.” She sighs.
“If it's important enough to bother you, then I want to know, too.”
She searches my face for something. I guess she must have found it as she hands me her phone.
“See for yourself, then.”
At first, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be looking at, and then I notice them.
“ What a T-R-Y-H-A-R-D. It's like she can't go a minute without letting everyone know how much 'fun' she's having. ”
“ Guys, do you think she's found herself a sugar daddy? ”
“ I'm sure the Europeans are laughing at her. She sticks out like a sore thumb. ”
Anger bursts inside me. There're dozens of these.
“They aren't usually like this,” Quinn explains in a quiet voice. “But lately... I don't know what's been happening. Maybe I just reached the wrong audience, there's just so many of them on everything I post.”
I put the phone to the side and caress the side of her face gently. "Quinn, you know you don't need to pay any attention to the trolls, right?"
“I shouldn't, but it's hard to ignore when it’s so personal,” she admits. “I mean, all I wanted to do was live my life and grow my career online. I didn't expect people to have such a strong opinion about it.”
“Maybe they're just bitter you get to be here, and they don't.”
She shakes her head. “I'd agree with that if there was just one. But there's just too many. Maybe I'm the problem.”
It hurts me to see her like this, but the things being thrown at her really are brutal. Even the strongest person has their limit.
“Quinn, I'll teach you a lesson I learned early on in business.” I squeeze her hand. “No matter what you do or how hard you try, there's always going to be some people you cannot please. My advice? Just tune them out. You have too much going for you to be bogged down by bullies hiding behind a screen.”
She sighs. “I'm sorry. I usually don't let this stuff get to me.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. If I were you, I'd double down on the posting. Just to piss some haters off.”
That gets a small laugh out of her, and I realize how much I like hearing her make that sound.
“You're right.” She smiles. “I should be grateful for the life I have. It's taken me a lot to get here.”
“Mhmm.” I trail my hands along her skin. “It's taking a lot for me not to kiss you again.”
“Practicing self-restraint, are we?” she teases, her mood lifted.
It’s one of the things I like about her. She doesn’t seem to mull over things longer than needed.
“With you looking like that? I have better odds of winning the lottery.”
She leans forward, hovering her lips over my ear. “Mr. Marchetti, what if I told you that you already did?”
And just like that, I’m pulling her on top of my lap to show her how much I enjoy my prize.
Over and over again.
***
Quinn is in a terrific mood on the drive back to the vineyard, and as usual, her energy is infectious.
“You should take me dancing,” she comments as she leans back on the passenger seat, the wind blowing in her hair.
“Dancing?” I cock an eyebrow.
“Dancing. You and me. I want you to show me what you got.”
It’s been years since I’ve done anything of the sort, and my skills in the area are nothing to be proud of, but the way she says it, I can’t find it in me to turn her down.
“You’ll have to teach me.”
“Nothing complicated about it. All you do is find a pretty girl and sway her to the rhythm.” She grins.
“I have the first part down already.”
“Do you, now?” She leans forward.
We’re almost at the vineyard now, and I slow my speed down to a crawl. I don’t want the moment to end just yet.
“Yeah. I hope you’re not jealous again.”
“I have no reason to be. I mean, I’ve managed to find myself a real hunk, too.” She winks.
“Lucky guy. He might just impress you with a bad rendition of the wop on the dancefloor.”
“The wop?” She laughs, and I realize the reference went over her head completely, and I might have shown my age too much.
“Or whatever it is that’s on trend these days.”
A part of me worries that Quinn will realize just how much of a difference there is in our life experiences, and it’ll make her pull away.
I can’t expect someone young like her to be tied down to me. It would be unfair.
Of course, I’ve lived a full life, had many experiences, have enough money to last me a lifetime. Still, she should experience the world with someone who is experiencing it with her for the first time too, not someone who has been there and done it all.
Except, the thought of her having someone her own age kills me.
I push it out of my head. For now, I’m content with being selfish and having her for myself.
I park at a quiet corner of the vineyard and turn to look at her.
“So, dancing?” she asks.
“Whenever you want.” I rest my hand on her thigh.
“You spoil me.”
“I don’t see a problem with that.” I begin tracing little circles on her thigh, a satisfied smile forming on my lips as she lets out a little sigh. “Girls like you should be spoiled rotten.”
“Are you always this generous? To all of your girls?”
It’s not lost on me that she’s begun to bring up the topic of other women more and more lately. It’s a change from the Quinn she was when we first met—never expecting nor inquiring.
I wonder what’s happened to make her act like this.
All thoughts fly out of my head as her lips start trailing down my neck.
I seize the moment and kiss her on the lips.
She melts into me, and my hand travels up her thigh, pushing her thin panties to the side and thrusting my finger inside her.
First one, and then another.
She’s already so wet for me, and it makes me harden immediately.
“Here?” she breathes shakily in my ear, as I continue to pleasure her with my skillful fingers.
“Mhmm.”
“Someone might see us…”
It’s dangerous. Risky. Yet, it sends an incomparable thrill down my spine.
I don’t respond and simply lower her seat back so that she’s lying down in front of me.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I can feel her walls close around me. She’s cumming already.
That has to be a record, even for Quinn.
I remove my fingers from her, and she catches my hand halfway, propping herself up before pushing my fingers inside of her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan. “What are you doing to me?”
Voices approaching startle the both of us.
We break apart.
Horror consumes me as the first words become understandable, and I realize exactly who is talking.
“Is that Dad’s car?”