EroticReverie

Jospehine

God, how fucking embarrasing. My boss that pity hired me, also pity invites me to his place, because he's figured out I was sleeping in my car. How did he even see me? Why was he even in this part of the city? I was pretty sure mister fancy pants Giovanni Ambrose had no reason to ever set foot in the slums of the city. 

I follow him into the underground parking garage, parking my shit ass car next to his that probably costs more than I'll make in the next handful of years, alongside other just as sleek and expensive cars from other tenants. 

He walks over, taking my plastic shopping bags of clothes from my hands and I cringe.

"I got it" I say and he huffs, taking them anyways, and I look down, avoiding his eyes as I close my door, slinging my cheap purse over my shoulder, crossing my arms as I follow him from the parking space right to the elevator nearby. 

"I heard this is a nice place." I say as the elevator climbs and climbs, floor after floor, and it only make sense he lives in one of the higher up apartments. 

"It is." he says, and I rub my arm, standing there in a pair of black sweatpants and long sleeved white shirt, and no bra. Which I only now just realize, but it's not my fault, I had been ready to fall asleep in my car when he came knocking like a lunatic at my window. 

When he turns a key into the elevator floor panel, I watch as the 6oth floor passes, the last light on the board. Yet the elevator keeps climbing. It seems to go up at least another two or three floors when it finally stops and the doors open, and he takes out the key and then gestures with his hand in a large foyer. There's a large round table with a large vase, full of what looks like fresh flowers, then two large doors beyond it. He walks around the table and I follow as he slides a key into the lock and turns the door. 

"What do you live on this whole floor?" I ask before he even opens the door. 

"This floor, and the two below it." he says casually as the door opens and my eyes widen. The lights are already on, and the door opens into a large open living type area. Immacuate and expensive, floor to ceiling windows that allow a view over the river, over city and it's twinkling lights. 

"holy shit." I say almost inaudibly. I don't even wait for him to tell me to look around or anything, I walk right over to the window, my breath catching as I watch more and more of the city come into view and I stand right at the glass, my stomach dropping at how high up I am. I shiver with the thought of what could happen if this simple glass barrier wasn't even here.

"I can't believe you own three floors." I say. Although I could believe it. Giovanni Ambrose was filthy rich. 

"i own the entire building." he says and I swing my head. 

"What?" I ask and he smirks to himself as I watch him lift a decantur of an amber colored alcohol and pour it into a crystal glass. 

"I own the apartments." he says. "Those ones too" He says nodding out the window across the river. My head turning. 

"The circular grey building, with the green lights on top." he says and my eyes go to exactly where he's talking about.

"Do you live on the top floors of those too?" I ask with a little bit of judgement. 

"No." he says. "Would you like a drink?" 

It's hard to, but I turn my eyes back away from the view once again and then look at where he stands. A few different crystal decanters filled at different volumes. 

I shake my head. "I'm nineteen." 

"Right." he says shaking his head. "Sorry, I forgot for a second." 

He lifts his glass , taking a sip of it slowly as he looks at me. Then lowers it. 

"If you'd like a drink. You're welcome to one. Singular." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"What? You're my dad now?" I ask and I watch his eyes change, grow a touch darker, his lids go a bit lower, before he turns and walks to the couch and sits on it. 

"You can sit." he says nodding and gesturing to the large three sided white couch. I stand there, looking at all of the space to sit.

"I'm fine." I say quietly. 

"Sit Jospehine." he says in a firm and slightly annoyed sounding voice. 

"Why do I need to sit?" I ask. "Because you told me to?" I cross my arms. 

He sighs as if I'm exhausting him with one single question.

"Fine. Stand Josephine." he says and lifts his glass.

"Well...now I want to sit." I say lifting my chin, walking over to the couch and sitting down. 

He lets out a soft laugh. "Of course you do." 

"Do you just like hear yourself argue?" he asks and I turn my head and narrow my eyes.

"Do you just like to hear yourself boss people around?" I ask and cross my arms. 

A small amused smile pulls at his lips. 

"I suppose I do." he says and the takes another sip, as I analyze the underlying tone in voice. Not sure if he even mean it, but is was suggestive, husky and ....I swallow, then look away from him as I look around the room. 

"So how many apartment building to you own?" I ask crossing my leg over the other. 

"This one....the one across the river...that's it." he says. 

"So what..." I say leaning back into the couch a bit more. "You're like the Monopoly man? You just buy a bunch of properties?" I ask and he gives me another amused smile, but his lips don't part, and I watch his eyes as they slip down over me sitting there, and I swear I can feel them as well as they drag back up.

"I suppose I am." he says. "Like the Monopoly man." he gives a soft amused chuckle and then takes another drink.

He's a handsome man. Older. But handsome. Giovanni is tall, just like the three slightly younger men I saw him sitting with at the club tonight. They all had his features, sharp jaw, prominent nose, dark brown eyes, olive skin, full thick heads of hair. They had to be related to him somehow.

"Who were those guys you were with tonight?" I ask. "At the club."

"My sons." he says as he swirls the glass slightly, and the liquid rolls around the sides of the glass as he looks at me. 

"They work there too?" I ask with a cock of my brow. 

He smiles, clearly knowing I must find it strange that he lets his sons work in a sex club with him. 

"They do." he says. 

"Anthony, my oldest is thirty five, Fabrizio thrity three, and Angelo, twenty nine." he says. "They usually work from home most days, they come in once a week or so and we go over necessary things." he says. 

"What do they do?" I ask. 

"They do the marketing, they recruit guests, as well as do the background checks for applicants. They recruit talent as well." he says. 

"Is Mel....your wife?" I ask with a curious cock of my head. I'd never seen a wedding ring on his finger, but I supposed I should have asked that BEFORE coming back to his apartment...aka his palace in the sky. 

He lets out a choke laugh. "No. She is not." 

"Do you HAVE a wife?" I ask and he lifts a brow, the soft wrinkles in the corners of his eyes reappear as he then narrows them slightly. 

"No. I do not."  he says.

"A fiance? A girlfriend?" I ask and he grins. 

"No Josephine." he says and like the way he says my name. How each syllable sounds better than I've ever head them strung together. I have most call me Joey or Josie, because Jospehine sounds older, and proper, and so not me. Yet, when he says it...

"So there's no woman that's going to be upset that you dragged a nineteen year old back to your place in the middle of the night?" I ask 

He cocks his head. "Dragged?" 

I roll my eyes "Forced." I say.

I see his nostrils flare, but it's not out of anger.

"I never force women to do anything ..that they don't want to do Jospehine." he says. 

I swallow, the look in his eyes telling me more than what he's saying. 

"So you just DEMAND it until they give in?" I ask. 

"when it comes to their safety...yes. I do." he says.

I chew my lip and then look away from his intense stare. 

"So...what else do you own?" I ask and he lets out a little laugh. 

"I have a home in Italy." he says and I turn my head back to him, my jaw dropping.

"Italy?" I ask. He smiles and nods.

"Yes...that's where my parents are currently. I have a place right next to theirs."  he says.

"That's cute." I say. 

He smiles, a sliver of his teeth showing. "Is it?" 

I blush slightly. "yeah....it is." 

"so....do I get to ask any question about you?" he says leaning back, lifting one hand over the back of the couch where he sits. Suddenly Im cursing myself for sitting so far from him, on the other portion of the couch.

"sure." i say with a shrug.