A Suave Billionaire's Secret Obsession

Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos made her look sharp and very sexy. Giada looks like a lethal femme fatale and even though she didn't dress like this, often, she knew that she looked incredible beautiful and hot. The music in the club is hot and heavy, and the dance floor is at her back as she sat at the bar, in the corner stool. She stirred her drink, glancing up to look around and peering at the door. People have been coming and going, and she already been here for thirty minutes..." J-John?" She whispers in question, her heart racing. I turn my piercing eyes at her and her racing heart nearly skids to a halt. My voice and face may have been cold, my eyes are blazing with heat. Giada closes her gaping mouth, my hand on her arm suddenly seems too warm. " I'm pleased to see the dress fits." My voice changed dramatically from the cold, commanding tone, now, it writhes with a sensual heat that nearly put her back on the floor. She swallows and blushes lightly.

" You were worried?" Giada purrs, clearing her throat and shaking her head. Attempting to sound seductive and had failed miserably. I smile kindly leading her to a private table near the back. There are curtains that I pull closed and the music pumping from the dance floor is far less obtrusive in this little cove. I guided Giada to her seat in the large booth and she knew better than to argue as she sat down I gave a satisfied nod. I slide gracefully into the side opposite her, my eyes digging into hers as I slide my gaze up and down her body. I might have well just ripped off the dress of mine then and there for all the subtlety my gaze provided. Giada decides to fight fire with fire and fully takes in the enigma that is me. My suit is crisp, clearly very expensive and most likely Armani, the subtly pink shirt underneath surprises her with color choice, but taking it all in she realizes nothing else would have worked as well. I didn't wear a tie, but instead the shirt casually left a few buttons undone at the neck. She can't see my shoes without peering under the table, she took the educated guess that they are expensive as well. M gray hair is the only unruly part about me - while the suit and shirt are crisp, my hair is almost wild. It is short, but long enough that the tips came down to my jaw like jagged teeth. I stared at her, one hand drummed lightly on the tabletop.

" To answer your question..." My voice slides over her like silk, " I was worried, yes. After filing for divorce after 11 years of marriage." Giada opens her mouth with a defiant expression, almost insulted I hadn't believed her when she told me. I held up my hand, silencing her with a cold look. " Before you get offended, I'll tell you why. When someone expresses...interest...into my world...I take it seriously. As you've noticed, I have the money to buy anything I want and I'm not shy about it." My voice is calm and barely holds any inflection other than cynicism. I lean back, lifting a finger to gesture to someone outside the curtains, draping my other arm across the back of the curved booth. " That dress you're wearing, it was made especially for you. As strange as my measurement requests might have been, you gave them to me. Most don't. When I requested you wear it, here, I didn't expect to find anyone here. You're the first one to come full circle. Think of the process as a filter." I smirk and look over to the woman standing with an attentive expression.

" She'll have another martini, and I'll have my usual." I looked back at Giada, " I'd have ordered a different drink for you, but I don't want you mixing your alcohol." Giada blinks. I smile, leaning forward to place my elbows on the table, " I'm quite pleased you did show up, Giada." She blushed looking down to her hands, picking at her nails nervously. " I almost didn't." " I know." She looks up and met my intense gaze. She reminded herself to take deep, steadying breaths. Giada still can't believe she is here, meeting me again. Perhaps it is because I'd turned out to be far more than she had expected and even dreamed about. She hadn't known me very long...only as an investor in her Las Vegas restaurant and having had two sexual trysts with me, it had all remained a mystery.

" I like what you've done with your hair." I murmur leaning back again as the drinks arrived. I didn't say a single word to the waitress who disappeared just as silently. Giada brought a hand up to her hair subconsciously. " Thank you." She smiles shyly. " Tell me about yourself, Giada." I clinked the ice in my scotch once or twice before taking a small sip. She met my gaze with a smirk. " What don't you already know?" She asked sarcastically. My gaze darkened but the smile curving onto my lips changed the expression from frightening to well...a completely different type of frightening that she found she liked. It made her stomach clench in the most exciting way. " That. That right there is what I don't know." I smiled wolfishly, " I don't know the real Giada, what makes you tick." " Well aside from ripping me apart to peer at my insides, which I assure you doesn't whir and tick like a clock, there isn't much to say." She shrugs with a blush. My smile can't have gotten wider. " And who says that's not what I'm already planning?" My voice is barely above a whisper but nonetheless, it made her quiver. " I would hope you aren't a rapist." She sips her drink, raising an eyebrow. She laughs, a genuine smile meeting my eyes for the first time. It is a wonderful sound that made her toes curl. She half smiles back at me, still hesitant and shy. The corner of my mouth turns up in a smile as I shook my head, " Giada, you are a breath of fresh air."

" What? You're telling me women don't normally talk back to you? Or are they all as deathly silent as that waitress earlier?" Giada smiles and leans forward, " You are a wolf, sir." My eyes sparking as a wicked grin curves onto my lips at the word 'sir'. Giada smiles back, remembering the times she has chatted online with me, role playing in an erotic chat room, pretending to be submissive. She crosses her legs under the table bouncing her foot slightly with a half-smile. " Most of them are afraid of me." I purr, placing my elbows back on the table. " Hmmm...I have a hard time wondering why." She mused dryly. I grin; I know full well that everyone in this club is terrified of me, especially the women. I also know that over half of them would drop their skirts in the middle of the dance floor for me. She shook her head stirring her martini. " Giada, you showed a lot of courage coming here." My voice is all business again. As she looks up at me, my face has gone cold as I pull out my Iphone tapping a few things before putting it away again. I look back at her, " That means you're genuinely interested in my lifestyle and business expertise. Those 'games' we played online...they aren't just games in my life. I can tell, just by looking at you, that you aren't experienced. You blush at the simplest comments and you carry yourself like you're afraid of what you could do."

Giada gaped at me slightly, frowning and almost cutting me off when I called her inexperienced. But this time, I didn't have to hold up a hand to bring her to heel. " I'm interested in you, Giada. I'm sure even you can see that. But there are a few things that you need to understand before we take another step to becoming serious. I'm a businessman, and this relationship will be as strict as the way I run my businesses. If I call you and tell you to come over, there will be no arguing, no excuses, unless your mother is dying or your child is sick: You. Will. Be. There. You also need to understand that this is not the relationship you read about in romance novels. This isn't anything more than what's been written out; there will be no romantic relationship, despite our two trysts - this is a testing of limits. Is that clear?" My eyes are ice and Giada shivers at my harsh words. Is that what I had been looking for? With my past, this seemed like foolish and stupid idea, but every relationship I'd been in had failed miserably. Giada nods slowly, unable to breathe enough to form words. " It's obvious you've been hurt by your husband, and I'm not sure how or why. But before we start, the past must no longer be the past - it must come out and be known. I won't tolerate illegal substances, illegal activities or interference in my business decisions and activities. Should the time come that I deem this relationship over, then that's

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