“This company has great potential for further growth. Zane and I are trying to figure out exactly why your father is considering selling at this point in time.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. Apparently, he doesn’t have the confidence in me,” she stated, and he could feel her defeat and upset at that. He felt on the defensive, and concerned for her. She really had the potential, attitude, and desire needed to run this place. So why was her father not allowing it?
“What do you mean?” Zane asked, sitting halfway on the desk in front of them.
Chiara released a sigh. “I’ve worked my way up to this position. I started here at the bottom, in the factory learning about every product and how it is made and manufactured. I didn’t get here because my father owns the company.”
Zane raised his eyebrows at her as if questioning that statement.
“I didn’t,” she said, getting angry with Zane.
Cash felt his cock harden at her assertiveness. She would be a passionate lover, and perhaps recalcitrant to their demands. He imagined her bent over his desk at home, offering up her ass for a spanking because she was naughty.
Damn, it’s getting fucking hot in here.
“Go on. Tell us about it,” Zane stated.
In a flash she tensed up, and pulled back from their perusal. “No. It’s none of your business.”
Zane was around her desk in a flash. He was standing in front of Chiara, and the shock on her face was almost as priceless as the soft moan that escaped her mouth the moment Zane’s hands landed on her hips. He gave them a squeeze, pressing her ass harder against the desk.
“You are our business,” he whispered, staring down into her eyes. She gripped onto his wrists.
“Let go of my wrists, and place your hands behind you, on the desk,” Zane ordered her, and she only hesitated momentarily. Her nipples were hard, poking against the designer blouse she wore. Cash would bet an easy million that her panties were wet.
Holy fuck, Zane was obviously feeling just as aroused and turned on by Chiara as I am.
It was not qu
ite a shock that Chiara resisted.
“Are you crazy or something? Do women just do this because you tell them to?”
Zane didn’t quite smile, but his expression was more like a sly, “I’m in charge” look. “There’s one thing that you’re going to learn pretty damn fast about me, Chiara. I’m always in charge. I get what I want when I want it. There’s no need for your attitude. Cash and I aren’t here to hurt you. In fact, you’ve gained our interest more than this company,” he told her.
Cash watched as Zane caressed Chiara’s hips. He stepped closer, and she instinctively leaned back, placing her hands behind her for support, but also indicating her submission to his demand. Even if she didn’t intentionally do it.
“What kind of game are you two playing?”
“This isn’t a game,” Cash said.
He watched as Zane leaned forward as if he would kiss Chiara, but instead moved his hand under her hair to cup her head and cheek. He tilted her head back, causing her breasts to push forward. Her lips parted, and she gave a small gasp.
Zane whispered against her ear and cheek.
“I realize that we’re going to have to move a little slow here, baby. It’s because I like you and respect you. If I didn’t, you’d be spread over the desk right now and I would show you in actions how wild and turned on you have me.”
Cash saw her jerk a second as if Zane gave her a little squeeze. Zane kissed her cheek, just as the buzzer on the intercom went off.
* * * *
Chiara was so wet right now, she didn’t know if she could walk. Never in her life had she met such dominant, wild, overwhelming men. She quickly stood up straight, feeling her head spin. She grabbed onto the desk then reached for the intercom.
“Yes.”
“Miss Costiano, your father is in the conference room. He’s waiting.”
“Oh. Okay. We’re on our way.”