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HAVE SEX WITH ME

CHAPTER 2

"Miss Mosley, of all my hotels this is the only one that is not making as much money, so I see no reason to keep it running."

"Money isn't everything," she said, her eyes watching him.

"It is to me," he said, staring back at her.

"Won't you please at least think about it? What does it matter if one hotel is not as profitable as the others? It is still making money." She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

"Are you OK? he asked her when he saw her swaying in her seat.

"I don't usually drink hard liquor, it's starting to hit me. I think I should go home now if you don't mind."

"I will have someone drive you home."

She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear. "Not that man who is outside your door. I don't like him. I'll find my own way home." She stood to leave but her legs felt weak and she had to sit back down.

"Do not move," he ordered her and stood up. "I will make you some coffee first and then I'll have a cab drive you home." He left her and went into the tiny kitchen and plugged in the kettle, then added a teaspoon of instant coffee into a cup. Once the water boiled he poured it into the cup and took it out to her, her eyes were closed. "Miss Mosley."

Her eyes popped open and she sat up, reached out for the cup when he handed it to her and she thanked him.

"I wasn't sure how you took it so I left it black."

"This is fine," she answered and took a sip.

"Take your time, I will call for a cab and have it wait for you when you're ready." Going to his phone made the call and hung up.

Her hand shook a little, but that was because he was watching her, making her nervous. Putting the cup down when she was only half done stood up. "I'll go now."

"He walked her over to the door. "So tomorrow you will come with me, I will see to it that someone takes over your shift. Good evening Miss Mosley." Opening the door he waited till she was out before he shut it. Paige was dropped off at her small apartment twenty minutes from the hotel and when she went to pay the driver she was informed it had been taken care of. She knew it had to have been Mr. Maestri who paid so she would make sure to pay him back when she saw him again. Walking into her small two bedroom apartment that she shared with three other women went to the cabinet and grabbed the aspirins. The others weren't home yet, they never were as they had a busy social life. They only spend maybe four nights here, which was fine with her since it was small and she liked having some privacy. With two women in each bedroom, it was agreed they wouldn't bring a man back to spend the night. If she made a better income she would have gotten a place of her own, but the hotel did not pay their employees that well.

Slipping into her nightgown and getting into bed she laid there, unable to sleep. What would the others think when they find out she was going to be spending the day with the man who held their future in his hands. Would they resent her for helping him to get the place fixed up? She didn't want to do it but he was a man that without much effort was able to put fear in one's heart and she knew he wouldn't let her out of helping him.

Morning came and she crawled out of bed, dragging her tired and aching body into the shower. As the warm water ran down her body she thought about the day that was in store for her. How was she going to cope being around such a loathsome man? Putting on her best pair of jeans and blouse, applying just a touch of make-up she headed to the bus station. God help her if she was late meeting the all mighty Mr. Maestri.

Arriving at his room she knocked, The goon opened it and motioned for her to come in and when she did he walked out, shutting the door behind him. She stood there waiting and turned to look at him when he came from the bathroom. He was dressed casual, black pants, light blue dress shirt, no tie, no jacket. When he walked over to her she got a whiff of his cologne, that mixed with his own scent was pleasing to her. God, he smells so good.

"Miss Mosley, you're on time, I like that. Have you got a pen and pad to take notes?"

"Yes, sir," she said, looking him in the eye.

"Good, shall we go?" he asked. Placing his hand on the small of her back ushered her out the door.

His touch felt warm on her back, making her nervous. "Is your bodyguard not coming? I thought he was your shadow."

"I gave him the day off and I know how uncomfortable you are around him. So it's just you and me Paige, may I call you by your first name?"

"Yes," she answered, relieved that he finally removed his hand. "Where would you like to start?" she asked, taking out the pad and pen from her purse.

"Might as well start at the beginning, the main entrance and work our way up. I will tell you what I want changing and if you see something I've missed you will point it out."

Paige saw the looks they were getting from some of the employees. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or disgust at the fact that she was helping the enemy. He was rattling things out so quickly that she was struggling to keep up with everything he wanted to be changed and they were not even off the main floor.

"Is there a problem?" he snapped when he noticed her frowning.

"Not really. I just wish you would slow down a little. It's hard keeping up with you and I'm not a secretary, I can't write shorthand."

"Well you better keep up Paige, time is money. Let's move into the kitchen," he said, his tone was harsh.

She clamped her mouth shut to stop from yelling at him. He was making her feel incompetent and she resented him for it. Following behind him she had an urge to give him the finger but knowing him he probably had eyes in the back of his head. He walked through the kitchen, frowning. It was not up to his standard, not clean enough and the kitchen staff wore their regular clothes under an apron. "I want this kitchen closed for a good cleaning, every inch must be washed and sterilized. Also, the staff will wear uniforms, no more street clothes. This is supposed to be a classy hotel, not some greasy diner." His eyes flashed anger and he knocked some pots down, making them crash to the floor to get everyone's attention.

"But the guests, they expect to have most of their meals here," Paige squeaked. Shock coursed through her body.

His head snapped to her. "Then give them vouchers to a restaurant where they can go eat until this disaster is cleaned up." Going over to a pot filled with food he dumped it into the sink and turned to the chefs. "As of this minute the kitchen is closed," he said and walked out, followed by Paige.

"Mr. Maestri," she called out as she tried to keep up with him. "Do you realize the cost of that? Not to mention all the people who will be out of work until it's cleaned, the kitchen help and the servers."

"Then the sooner they get it cleaned the sooner they can get back to work. And don't you ever question me again Paige, I won't tolerate it. I hope I've made myself clear."

His angry glare into her eyes made her take a step back and she looked away. "You have," she said, looking back up at him.

"Good, now let's check out the rooms."

She took notes as fast as she could, he had even more changes he was making. Her fear was that the hotel would have to be shut down while all the repairs and changes were being done. If that was the case would he be willing to continue paying their salaries? She would have to find the courage to ask him.

It was past noon and she was beginning to feel weak from lack of food. When he suggested they stop for lunch she had no idea he intended for them to dine together. He took her arm and led her outside and hailed a cab. "Shall I meet you back here after lunch?" she asked, looking confused when he opened the cab door and motioned for her to get in.

"We'll eat together, that way we can go over a few details," he answered, getting in next to her. He felt the friction between them when his thigh was up against hers, that was until she moved further over.

Stopping at the Hilton she looked over at him. "We're eating here?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with it?" he asked, curious.

"It's just that we're not properly dressed."

"They know me very well here, it won't be a problem."

God, he was so smug. It was like he thought that everyone should drop what they are doing just to cater to him and she wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

They were given a seat by the window, he ordered a bottle of wine and ordered for the two of them. He didn't even ask what she wanted which angered her and spoke a little too harshly.

"I'm allergic to shellfish."