CHIARA
I bit my lips, staring at the reflection in the mirror.
I walked out of the room and went straight to his office, swinging around a black silk handkerchief. Instead of knocking, I kicked the door open. Carmelo was on a business video conference. His gaze landed on me for a brief second before returning to the laptop.
Oh, I came prepared, my love. I cleared my throat and then leaned against the door. I held the handkerchief between my teeth, raised my leg up, and started to take off my net leggings, dropped it down, and then did the same with the other one.
I glanced back to find him staring at me. Good.
I took off the kimono next. It pooled under my feet. His lips parted, and his eyes darkened. I raised my hands and ran them both through my hair. I was left in a red thong only. "Boss? What are your thoughts on the new decor proposal?" Instead of replying, he leaned back on his chair, adjusting himself.
I gathered my hair over my shoulder. My fingers traced the outline of my bra. I abruptly turned around. He sucked in a sharp breath. I pulled the handkerchief from my teeth, eyes not leaving his, and threw it to him. He caught it in the air with one hand, and then he brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "Uh… boss?" His secretary said. I had to purse my lips to stop myself from laughing, but I was dying inside.
"Gentleman, this meeting ends here." A thrill rushed all over my body when he got up, shut the laptop, and eyed me like a predator. I held in my breath and bolted out of the office, laughing. "Tesoro! Stop!" He shouted behind me. "What? I have been waiting for you for an hour! Aren't you a busy man? The one and only busy man!" I shouted back, running upstairs and straight to the balcony. The cold night breeze hit my bare body, making my skin hair stand.
"Stop right there, I'm telling you!" I ran to the other side of the pool. If only the stars could talk, then they would've Tate tell Melo about this. I always wanted this to happen. Us banging in the pool.
"I dare you to stop me!" I said and dived into the pool. When I came up, Melo stared at me with his hooded eyes. "Fuck! The things that you do to me."
I giggled. He took off his coat and slammed it on the ground. My heart was thundering in my ear. "I swear to God, you're making me lose my mind, tesoro." He said. "Good," I smirked. He impatiently peeled the shirt off him, and then the pants followed.
"If I catch you, I'll make sure you lose your mind as well." His warning made my heart skip a beat. "That was the damn plan!" I didn't move. He dived into the pool.
I held my breath when the water stilled. An audible scream left my mouth when he pulled my legs and hooked them around his waist. "Gotcha!" My hands wrapped around his neck, laughing. His eyes glazed with a storm of mischief, and I was so sinfully excited for it.
"Ready to lose your mind, tesoro?" He arched his eyebrow in a challenge. I leaned to his ear, nipped it, and whispered. "Don't hold back."
"Fuck," He groaned and crashed his lips on mine.