Chapter 2

　　Adriano

　　The hostess hovered near the doorway, pretending to straighten place settings already perfect. She'd been watching since I arrived. Watching me watch the room. A woman who knew how to make herself noticed without begging for it.

　　"Mr. Moretti," she said, voice smooth, eyes bright. "I hope everything was to your satisfaction."

　　"It was," I replied, letting my gaze linger. "You're new."

　　She smiled, pleased I'd noticed. "Is that a complaint?"

　　"Not yet."

　　Her laugh was soft, practiced. "If you need anything else before you leave…" She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.

　　I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat of her, to hear the subtle hitch in her breath. "What exactly are you offering Camilla?" Her name rolled off my tongue like smooth top-shelf whisky.

　　"Whatever Mr Moretti wants. " she whispered, leaning in so her chest almost brushed mine.  "We aim to please at the Venetian." She said huskily. "And I go on break for twenty now"

　　The way she said my name back told me everything—how this would go, how easily. No danger. No complications. Just the simple transaction of want and availability.

　　My half hard cock made the decision for me. "I have a few minutes," I said. "Show me something special Camilla."

　　She didn't hesitate. She turned and walked away from the dining area. The hallway to the private suites was quiet, carpet swallowing sound, discretion built into every corner. Camilla unlocked a door, glanced back at me with a look that was equal parts invitation and challenge.

　　Inside the luxurious suite, the city fell away.  No sooner was the door closed behind us I got down to business. "Lean over the couch Camilla…panties off and pull up your dress.  Keep the heels on" I said in my deeper Dom voice.  I saw her full body tremor and smirked.

　　Too fucking easy.

　　She did as I asked…good girl.  Her ripe curves and long legs came into view and my cock perked up in interest.  I palmed the lush globes and then gave one a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the silent room.

　　She moaned and I was hard now, my boner straining against my zipper as I took in the pale pink shading her lush backside.

　　I unbuckled my belt and unzipped, freeing my erection.  Pulling a condom from my wallet, I gripped her hips harshly and entered her warm welcoming sheath in one smooth thrust.

　　She gasped, my size surprising her but she was wet, soaking actually and clenched around me.

　　And then I bent her further over the sofa and started jackhammering her pussy, the slap slap of our bodies connecting filling the room.  Reaching around I found her little pleasure nub and started rubbing circles, applying just the right amount of pressure.

　　She moaned louder know, clenching greedily around me.  She was close, so was I.  With a scream she buried biting at the back of her hand, she came on my bursting straining cock.  I let go then…three hard jerky thrusts and I blew my load.

　　It was efficient. Enjoyable. Forgettable.

　　I threw the full condom into the waste basket.  I was dressed before she had straightened from the couch, still basking in the post coital bliss of the last flutters of her pounded pussy.  My mind was already fast forwarding to the next thing on my to-do list today.

　　I was already moving to the door as she started to straighten her clothes. "You'll do well here," I said, because it was true. Beautiful girl like her working in a place like this…where men had money to burn…match made in Heaven.

　　I paused at the door "By the way, I left you a thousand dollar tip on the bill." Her eyes lit up, and she smiled all coy and come hither like this quickie mattered. I left before she could mistake scratching an itch for interest.

　　Downstairs, the Bentley was already idling next to the curb. My driver/bodyguard Denton bujilt like a heavy weight boxer stepped out and opened the door for me. I nodded in thanks and slid into the back seat, my reflection staring back at me in the tinted glass—composed, untouched, exactly as I preferred.

　　Calls were already lining up. There were schedules to review, new business to discuss and other men  like Nikos who I had to remind of their place.

　　Beneath me… always.

　　And then tonight, the monthly meet up with the guys plus it was Luca's birthday.  Note to self, Denton needed to pick up his birthday gift.

　　He pulled out into mainstream traffic leading back to the heart of the city and my busy life reclaimed me.

　　Still congratulating myself on a productive morning, I didn't know that today would end with a woman who was going to shake my life to its very foundation.

　　And little did I know that nothing would ever be the same after that.