Chapter 67 #2
“Sounds good,” she says, nodding.
“So, your sister… She’s married or—?”
“No.” I shake my head. “She’s a single mom. She's doing the best that she can, and I try to be there for my niece as much as possible.”
“That's good,” she says. “I think it’s important to have family members who care and will stand up in a situation like that.”
“What was it like not having a mom?" I ask her. not knowing if this is a conversation she’s interested in having, especially with me, someone she doesn’t particularly like.
“It was hard.” She makes a face. “I was okay for about the first ten, eleven years of my life, but then when I started getting my period and growing breasts and liking boys, I had no one to turn to. My aunts were lovely, but they just weren’t interested in conversations like that.
My dad was never really there.” She makes a face.
“It was hard having girls show up in cute clothes, knowing how to do makeup and straighten their hair, whereas I just had to watch videos online to figure out what to do.” She blinks.
“I mainly turned into a tomboy, but then I met Skye.”
“Skye helped you become a woman?” I look at her in surprise, and she bursts out laughing.
“No, I helped Skye with her dress style, but she is a really loving, caring person with a maternal instinct, which is crazy because she’s obviously not a mother yet, but she kind of took me under her wing.
It’s weird because people look at our dynamic, and they think that Skye’s the one who benefited from our friendship because I have money, and I know how to flirt and all that good stuff, but honestly, I'm the one who benefited.
I'm the one who came out a winner here. That's why I do anything in my power to ensure that Skye doesn’t hurt or have to go through crappy situations, no offense.”
“No offense taken.” I nod. “So Skye hated working for me that much, huh?” Hearing that hurts, not because it wasn’t by design but because I don’t want Elisabetta to think of me that way. I don't want her to think of me so negatively, but that had been the plan.
“I mean, yeah, you didn’t make it easy on her. You were a jackass, and from what I can tell, you were even more of a jackass to her than you were to Juniper and Lila, and I don't know why because she was just helping you and—”
“Maybe I've just had a long couple of weeks.” I shrug. “Business has been rough. I’ve been trying to get some projects off the ground, and life has become a little more complicated because of that.”
“So tell me, Liam Gallagher, what are your business endeavors? I'm going to be working for you. Shouldn’t I know that?”
“Primarily real estate and vacation rentals and hotel groups,” I say, staring at her, wondering if I'll see any recognition in her eyes.
“Okay, cool.”
“In fact, The Watermelon Hole is a boutique hotel here in the city that I'm thinking about investing in, and I would love to get your opinion as a beautiful, intelligent woman with good taste.”
“You think I'm beautiful, intelligent, and have good taste?” She tilts her head to the side as if she doesn't believe me.
“I mean, you’re working for me, so yeah.” I don't tell her that I would like to get to know her a lot better, for multiple reasons.
“Well, I mean, you’re not wrong, but what exactly do you want to know?”
“I want to know if The Watermelon Hole is somewhere you might stay.” I'm serious now. I do want her opinion. “I’m actually in the process of buying a hotel chain in Italy and Greece and possibly another one in the Turks and Caicos, and if I do, I was thinking about them all having the same theme, similar to The Watermelon Hole. I’d want to know what someone like you might think of such a thing.
” I pause. "And when I say someone like you, I mean someone with impeccable taste. "
“I mean, if there are going to be watermelons everywhere, that's a no,” she says, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose. “That’s way too niche. Especially for a luxury resort.”
“You don’t like niche?” I frown. Every market researcher at my company stated that niche was in and that watermelons represented bright, happy, and fun, which were qualities consumers were looking for when planning trips.
“I mean niche is okay for certain groups and short stays at Disney or something. However, clientele interested in going to the Mediterranean or the Caribbean are not that into watermelons. They don't want to be hanging out with watermelons everywhere they go. I mean, that’s just tacky.”
“Tacky? Well, I don't want to be known to be as the tacky king."
“Too late,” she says. “I think that ship has already sailed.” She smirks and plays with her hair. I lick my lips. I'd like to see her naked on my lap, smirking as I pull her hair back and watch as she sucks my cock.
“Uh-huh.” I bite down on my lower lip and run my fingers through my hair. I need to focus on the plan at hand and not trying to fuck her. While it is obvious that we both want each other, I know better than to actually fuck her. I’m not looking for that sort of drama in my life.
"So to be clear, The Watermelon Hole is not a good idea for a luxury hotel chain, unless you..." She frowns. "Are you listening to me, Liam?"
“Kinda...maybe I'm known by sexier names than the Tacky King.”
“Uh, I very much doubt it," she says, shaking her head. “Maybe grumpy asshole, but I mean, it’s not like I've heard anyone other than me say that.”
"I have another moniker you can give me."
"And that is?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know." She puts her hands on her hips and looks around. "I also don't have all day."
"You kinda do..." I reach over and brush a wisp of her hair away from her face. "You work for me now. I own your days."
"You own my nothing." She presses her lips together. "Get it right. Anyway, what's the other moniker you have for yourself?"
"Big Dick Liam." I grin at her and wait for her to blush and look down, but once again, she surprises me as she takes a step forward.
She looks left, then right, and then runs her hand down my chest when she sees no one paying attention to us.
My entire body stands to attention as her lips move closer to my ears.
"This is the only time you will hear the words Big Dick Liam coming out of my mouth," she says as she whispers in my ear, and her hand slides further down. I groan as she palms my crotch and leans against me. "It's not feeling that big right now, hon."
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me hard.
Her breasts crush into my chest, and my hand slides down her ass.
I thrust forward so that she can feel my hardening cock against her stomach and grin as she moans slightly.
I know she can feel me against her. Her hand is still pressed against my cock, and I let it jump forward slightly against her hand.
"Like I said..." she mumbles as she looks into my eyes.
"It's not feeling that big right now, but I'll let you know what I think when I see it in person.
" She licks her lips slowly and blows against my mouth softly.
"Because when the time comes, I'll be able to use all my expertise in evaluating little Liam," she purrs as she reaches her arms around my neck.
She presses her entire body into me and murmurs loudly before slipping her hand up under my chest. "I'm so wet right now.
" She moans against my lips. "If we're not going to The Watermelon Hole anymore, do you mind if I take care of business? "
"Take care of business?" I raise an eyebrow at her. I can't believe how hard she's making me.
"I think you know what I mean."
"You want me to allow you to masturbate while on the job? Is that what I'm paying you for?"
"You can watch." She grins. "Might teach you a couple of things about how to get a woman off."
"Are you joking?"
"Cancel the typing test and you'll find out."
"I thought you weren’t going to blow me to get out of..." I grin as she presses her finger to my lips. "I guess technically this is not blowing me. So, where do we go?"
"Where do you want us to go?" She shrugs and takes a step back. "We can go to your place or mine?"
"Let's go to your place." I nod. "Let me just make a few calls, and we can head over there now.
" I pause as I realize that going to her place might not be the smartest idea.
"Actually, let's go to my place. I quite like the idea of your juices on my sheets.
" I stare her directly in the eyes. "Where do you want me to sit while you're doing your thing? "
"We'll see." She winks and shakes her head. "I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll have you standing by the bed. Or maybe you'll have to wait in the doorway. If you're lucky...." She lets her voice trail off. "Well, I'll save that secret for later."
"Fuck." I mumble under my breath. This is a bad idea. A very very bad idea. But I know there's no way in hell that I'm going to tell her no now. Elisabetta Franco is a bombshell and the most openly sexual creature I've ever met in my life. And I'm loving every moment of getting to know her better.