A Wifey for the Bad Boy(121)

“Almost done. We were hoping you would come and approve the décor before we left,” he said.

“Sure. I’m almost finished here anyway,” Corrine said.

She was still talking to one of the staffers at the G-Spot when she spotted Dante walking in. His presence was almost impossible to ignore. His tall lean and muscular self looked perfect in the grey slim suit and burgundy shirt he had on. His full head of dark shiny hair was a little out of place, a sign that he’d had a hard day running his fingers through his hair a lot. But even then, he still looked perfect. He was a few meters away but she could almost see his green eyes piercing through her.

“Zeke, I have to go,” she said before hanging up quickly, without even giving him a chance to say anything.

Her heart was racing as Dante made his way towards her. With every step he took, she felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest. The back and forth dance that they had been doing over the last few months was finally getting to her. She could no longer ignore it. He had been flirting with her. There was no doubt about it. And she had been entertaining it. Heck, she loved it. She loved the fact that a man of Dante’s caliber, a ten in every sense of the word would ever take an interest in her, a plus-sized black woman who could not hold a candle to some of the world’s most attractive plus-sized women… it was not like Kim Kardashian had made the world any simpler for plus-sized women in the world. You were either as slim as Giselle Bundchen or as curvy as a Kardashian. Anything out of those confines was… simply unacceptable.

She was still standing rooted to the spot like an idiot when Dante walked up to where she was.

“Corrine,” he said in a soft voice.

“Dante,” she said in an equally soft voice, hoping to the heavens that he could not pick up on the tension she was feeling.

“How come the boss is getting her hands dirty today? Something seems amiss,” Dante pointed out as he looked at the flower arrangement in her hand.

“Yeah… my people had…” her voice trailed off. She was not very sure what she was supposed to say. She wanted to say on leave or on break but at the back of her mind, she knew that there was no word good enough to explain what was so bad that she had to be the one on her hands and knees instead of her employees. “Emergencies,” she said after a long break.

“Emergencies?” Dante asked and she nodded.

“Emergencies,” she echoed.

She placed the flowers in her hand in a vase before she put it on the last table.

“I was actually just finishing up here. The rest of the stuff will be handled by…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. “I was about to head to the G-Spot.”

She was trying as much as she could not to look into his eyes but it was virtually impossible. Dante was looking at her, almost as if he was undressing her with her eyes.

“You are finally able to say the name of the club without giggling,” Dante noticed.

“Well, trust me. It wasn’t easy,” she said as she zipped up her bag.

“Wait, Corrine. I just got here,” Dante said as he looked at her.

“Yes, and right now you are my boss talking to me about not doing a job you paid me to do,” she said. “Definitely need to go.”

She grabbed her keys and looked into his eyes.

“You know I can cut you some slack right?” he asked. “I mean, all I need is a few minutes of your time.”

She looked at him and at that moment, she had a million questions. She wanted to know why he needed a few minutes alone with her, not that she minded or anything.

“A few minutes?” she asked and he nodded.

“Why don’t you step into my office?” he said, taking her hand to lead her out of the main restaurant area and into his office. What she was feeling at that moment could only be described as a million different bolts of electricity going through her body. Her heart was racing as they walked into his office. For a man with so many restaurants, she was always surprised at how big his offices usually were. You would think one office would be enough but not for Dante Giovanni.

“We really don’t have anything to talk about, Dante,” she started as he closed the door and leaned against it. Almost like he was sending a message that he was imprisoning her. She looked at him and felt a shiver going through her body. That was the kind of hold he had on her and she hated the idea that he knew it too.

“Yes we do,” he said in a low voice as he began slowly walking towards her. “I have been waiting for two weeks for you to honor my invite.”

“Your invite?” she asked and he nodded.

“I asked you out to dinner a while ago… a couple of weeks ago to be exact.”