4 I Want My Employer Big Time (2/2)

”No. I'll go down and join you.” There was a distinct pause before he spoke again. ”You're joining me, right?”

”If it's alright with you, sir, then yes, I will.”

”Great! I'm going down now.”

The line went dead before I could make out a response. A couple minutes after and my employer came barging down the dining room. I smiled at him while maintaining my spot at the other side of the long, massive table.

”Smells good.” He commented before giving me a lingering stare and a twitch of his lips.

It was so fast that I thought it didn't really look like a real smile. I wondered if it's difficult for him to give out his smiles? Other than the soft lines of frown on his forehead and a constant pout of his lips, he didn't show any other emotions anymore.

”Sit down, Stella. I've never eaten a decent meal for so long much more eat with a companion. It's good to have a change somehow.” His eyes twinkled but he still didn't smile.

Well, if he couldn't smile, I could do that for both of us. So I beamed up at him before pulling my own chair to sit. He sucked in a breath before looking away and pulled his own chair to sit in front of me across the table.

”You took a tour?” Mr. Lombardi asked before raking pasta from his plate and ate.

He moaned and my nipples suddenly tingled at his sound that I couldn't help the sudden gasp escaped my lips. His eyes snapped up to me, staring long with sauce smeared around the corner of his lips. Jesus Christ! I'm beginning to think this job would somehow become a problem if I'm attracted to this man. I'm sure if he had a kid Im going to babysit, he also had a wife that's the mother of the kid. And lusting towards my employer was a damn sure way to land my ass without a job once the wife found out. Despite of my initial thought of him being divorced.

”Yeah.” I finally answered his question with a breathy voice. ”Just the first floor yet. I'll do the rest of the tour maybe tomorrow.” I smiled before I looked down my pasta.

”This is so good, Stella.” Mr. Lombardi nodded to the pasta before taking another mouthful of it with his fork and once again moaned.

Shit! Shit! Shit! This man was trying to destroy my panties with just his sound. I'm so damn wet between my thighs. Something I've never experienced in my teenage life. Oh, God help me but I wanted my employer. Big time.