Chapter Four: Giovanni's
For the next week, they behaved themselves to the best of their abilities. No under the desk shenanigans, no meetings in corridors, or close contact in his office. All of this was certainly helped by his wife failing to ever leave them alone together. Giselle was beginning to wonder if the woman actually worked there at all, or if she was actually just being paid to spy on her husband round the clock.
Considering it was her first proper job, she was doing rather well she thought. She had their morning routine down to an absolute tee. She normally got in at 08:45 to run through his appointments for the day, check in with Bella about who to expect, and then get him a black coffee and a cheese bagel from the café next door in time for his arrival at 09:00. They then went through everything in time for Coleen to skulk past the window at about 09:15.
Except on the Friday morning, Renee did not skulk. Not at her usual time, or any time after that, until eventually – around about lunchtime – the curiosity got the better of her.
"Is Renee away for the weekend?" she asked when she brought in his tea.
He looked up from his paperwork, looking at her chest appreciatively as she bent over his desk, dipping slightly lower than was probably necessary. "Ah, no, Rebecca – our youngest – is not well, and she thought she would stay home with her." Giselle blinked slightly in surprise, straightening immediately,
"You have a daughter?" she asked. He removed his glasses,
"Two actually, and a boy." Giselle supposed she shouldn't be surprised. He was at least in his forties, no matter how lithe and strong she liked to imagine he was as she thought of him in the dark hours of the night.
"Should I ring Giovanni's and change the reservation for tonight then?" He blinked in confusion and then groaned, abruptly remembering that he and his wife had been due to have dinner with some representatives from a rather large supplier that night.
"Oh, God. I agreed that there would be four of us, she was supposed to help me get the paperwork done with them tonight." Giselle perched herself on the edge of his desk, and for once he didn't stop to admire her shapely legs.
"Well, could you get someone else? The company's paying, I'm sure one of the women in the office would be more than happy for a Friday night out?" Tony's gaze turned hopefully in her direction, and she crossed her arms, causing pillowy breasts to push up slightly, "I'm not sure that's a very good idea, Tony."
"Giselle," he said, leaning back in his chair and looking at her hard from under his thick eyebrows. "We both know none of the girls here can compete with you. If we're going to win that deal, we need to put our best foot forward."
"Are you calling me a foot, Tony?" she asked, only slightly teasing.
"Please, Giselle, as a personal favour to me." She continued to dither for a moment, and he leant in for the kill, "Think about that commission you will get." She thought about the bills rapidly racking up at home, and how nice it would be to have a little extra to top up her bank balance. Tony got something out of his desk drawer and slid it towards her, "You can use the company credit card to buy yourself something nice to wear."
"I'm not sure that's what the cards for," Giselle said, although she was already picking it up.
"Please, I've got the boss wrapped round my little finger," Tony said with a grin. Giselle raised an eyebrow,
"I hope that's the only thing she's wrapped around," she said.
That evening, Giselle found herself striding out of the bathroom into an office floor deserted except for the solitary figure sitting on Bella's desk. He let out a long, low wolf whistle at the sight of her. She had been practically poured into the tight red number, her blonde hair twisted up into a delicate chignon, and her lipstick refreshed to match her attire.
"I couldn't have chosen better myself," he said, biting his lip slightly. She shook her head at his tired attire, which he had not changed.
"I see you made an effort," she said, laughing slightly at the worn suit.
"I'm a man, we don't need to make an effort." He held out an arm, "Shall I call us a cab?" he asked. Giselle stopped, pulling him back slightly,
"Tony, how oblivious are you?" He blinked in confusion. "Giovanni's is on the corner. Have you never noticed it on your way in?" He scratched the back of his head,
"I'm not a morning person?" He flushed as she laughed, accepting the arm he offered,
"Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting."
The pair that they met at the restaurant consisted of a surprisingly tall, sharp faced blonde lady, and a man of about Tony's age, who Giselle had to say was almost the spitting image of her managing director. They both stood as the pair entered, their expressions simultaneously brightening as they saw their dining companions.
Giselle held out a hand to the man as they approached, and he immediately caught it with a roguish grin and laid a kiss upon it. He almost has a Harrison Ford-esque quality to him, she thought.
"I don't believe we have had the pleasure," he said, never taking his eyes off of Giselle's chest, which was spilling out of her dress slightly. "Tony, I was expecting your wife, and instead I am greeted by this enchanting creature?" Giselle blushed under his scrutiny, and this only seemed to please him more.
"Renee had to stay home with our daughter, so you have the pleasure of Miss van Outen's company for the evening. I hope that does not disappoint you, Christopher?" he said, already seeing the deal being signed.
"Oh, not a disappointment at all," Christopher said. "Not at all."
Giovanni's was a tiny restaurant, and they soon found themselves squeezed together into a booth. They were practically on top of each other in the tiny space, lit by the intimate glow of candlelight and increasingly heady from the wine and close proximity. Christopher practically had his nose in Giselle's cleavage the whole night, which did not go entirely unnoticed by Tony, but her MD was soon pulled away and wrapped up in the perfumed embrace of the blonde.
The paperwork was signed and perfected rapidly, and she was enjoying the lack of expectation of what was going to happen next, and the fun of it all. When Christopher leant in to kiss her, she felt that it was more than just a deal, and for her part, she rather enjoyed running her fingers through the admittedly slightly less grey hair of her Tony doppelganger.
The dessert that came to the table was a bowl of ripe, succulent strawberries drowned in cream, and Christopher watched as she licked her lips in anticipation. She reached out to delicately pluck a strawberry from the bowl, licking the cream from the strawberry in one smooth loop of her tongue, before biting down and sucking the sweet, red juice that oozed from fruit. She repeated this process, strawberry by strawberry as the men of the table watched with open mouths and throbbing cocks, until at last she stopped to suck the juice from her fingers with a satisfied smile, never breaking eye contact with her companion.
Finishing her second bottle of wine, she drunkenly excused herself from the table and tottered her way into the back of the restaurant. When she was finishing in the tiny one-person toilet, she was interrupted by a single knock at the door.
"Occupied." There was another knock, "Give me a minute," she said, slightly annoyed by the persistence of the knocking.
"Giselle," hissed a voice. It was Christopher. She quickly readjusted herself, doing her best to look hot as she slowly opened the door. She must have succeeded because he groaned. "God," he moaned. "After those strawberries, I knew I couldn't wait a second longer." She could work with that.
With a single crook of the finger, she beckoned him in. All of the heat and frustration that had built up that week, as she had worked alongside the man who she wanted so desperately but could not have, exploded and she was ravenous. Closing the door behind him, she pressed her body flushed against him and captured his lips with own, tasting the sweet dessert that they had just enjoyed earlier that night.
His fingernails dug into her toned back, pulling her harder against him so that he could feel every curve of her body. He dropped his head to begin to kiss and bite every unblemished inched of her skin. She allowed a moment for him to ravish her, then gently dropped to her knees before him and ran her hands up his thighs, delighting in the way she excited him. She rubbed his cock for a moment through his suit trousers, and then at his insistence unzipped his trousers and took him in hand.
Slowly, she ran her hand up and down the length, delighting in his heat, and then she took him into her mouth and began to suck. He buried his hands in her hair, pulling the long blonde locks in his desperation for her to go faster as his pleasure built. He dropped his head back, biting his lip to keep from shouting, and then abruptly pulled out of her mouth just before climax.
Pulling her up forcefully, he pushed her up against the door and slipped a rough finger between her legs, gently fingering the wet, warm core, and then lifted her off her feet and entered her in one thrust. She would have cried out in pleasure had he not covered her mouth with one huge hand, and he held it there as he began to thrust, and wrapping her legs around his waist to get ever deeper. She squeezed tight around his waist,
"More," she pleaded. "Oh God. Right there. Right there." If anyone heard their moans, or the banging of the door then no-one came. She could feel the warmth building inside of her.
"Fuck, Giselle. I'm close," he groaned, banging her harder up against the door, until finally lights popped in front of his eyes and he came abruptly, pinning her in the process. When the moment had passed, he dropped her, and she fell to the ground in a giggling, if slightly unsatisfied heap.
He sat down heavily on the toilet seat, wiping the sweat from his neck with a grin at the sight of the girl on the ground. She climbed to her feet, straightening herself, and he took great delight in helping her to reposition her breasts so they weren't spilling from her dress. She blew him a final kiss and stepped out into the corridor, where she found Tony in the doorway out in the smoking area.
Her boss had a cigarette in his hand and an unhappy expression on his face.
"We're leaving," he said, simply. There was lipstick on his collar, and his fly was undone. Giselle closed the bathroom door behind her, as if that would hide what had just happened. "I've called us a cab."
She didn't have time to argue before he had taken her by the arm and begun leading her back downstairs and out the front door. A cab was indeed waiting for them out the front, but she pulled herself out of his grasp.
"I'm not going with you when you're behaving like this, Tony." He raised an eyebrow,
"Like what?" She crossed her arms, and for once his eyes managed to stay fixed on her face.
"Like a child whose favourite toy decided to go and play with someone else," she snapped, slapping away the hand that reached for her. "You can't have it both ways, Tony. You can't tell me that we can't be together, and then get angry when someone else shows an interest." He rolled his eyes, angrily stomping out his cigarette,
"I don't have an issue with someone else showing an interest—"
"Oh, really? Because you sure as Hell seem bothered right now—"
"I don't care about you sucking him off in toilet, Giselle; you could do it a thousand time and I wouldn't care—"
"I fucked him too," Giselle said, slightly vindictively. His nostrils flared angrily, "Does that make you care if someone else actually wants to touch me like that?"
"I don't care if they touch you, Giselle, I care if I have to hear it. I care that I have to hear you degrade yourself like this, trading sex for commission." Giselle reeled slightly, almost toppling drunkenly right of her heel.
"I'm not a whore, Tony," she screeched, well aware that people were staring from inside the restaurant. "For fuck sake, the deal was already done, and I thought I would finish it with a little fun." She jabbed a finger at his open fly, "If I'm a whore then so are you," she snarled. "And so is your wife, who need I remind you would have been in my place had it not been for your daughter at home? Our business is apparently built on this fucked up shit, so if you don't want to hear it then don't listen."
Tony was seething as he noticed their slightly shocked clients at the door, but Giselle was gone, stumbling into the cab on her own. "You can find your own way home," she snarled.
