Dirty Girl: A Love Short

By Suzzana C Ryan

Antonio Bontini was a perfectionist.

He was disgustingly rich.

I was told he had a dark side.

He was the son and nephew of notorious mobsters and Mafia Dons.

He was a self-made man and kept his family's shady dealings out of his life.

Rumors floated around that he had a sexually deviant side.

Now Bontini was a client of my firm, and any personal involvement was off-limits.

Why would a man like him even cast an eye my way?

Antonio Bontini was draw-dropping handsome. Six feet tall, broad-shouldered, somber, and brooding. He exemplified darkness. I'd never seen a man as meticulous as Bontini.

I was told to be cordial and proper around him, and I was. That was my first mistake.

He wanted more, a dirty, sexy girl.

I, Lydia Francis, would become whatever he wanted.

But danger lurked behind him. I wondered if he'd rise to the occasion and follow in his uncle's footsteps.

***** 18 and over please**********

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: May 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223125525

Suzzana C Ryan

About the Author Suzzana C. Ryan is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She has always wanted to be a writer. She began this journey in 2011, and an indie publisher published her first work, A Vampire for her Birthday. Then she was diagnosed with breast cancer. However, that news never changed her dreams. She wrote even during her darkest days undergoing treatment and surgery. She got lost in her fantasies. Today she is still writing and has conquered her demons and disease. Her advice is never to let go of your dreams. Go for it. She's written over thirty books and will continue to create romance stories that people love to read. http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com http://www.suzzanacryan.blogspot.com Thank you,  Suzzana C Ryan http://www.suzzanacryanromanceauthor.blogspot.com Facebook, Twitter

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Chapter One

Fire with solid fill

I sat with my legs crossed, my back straight, and a portfolio on my lap. My eyeglasses had dipped down my nose, making it hard to see the man sitting with my boss.

Lydia Francis, please meet Mr. Antonio Bontini, my boss, Philip Drake, said. You will be overseeing his portfolio along with Jack O’Malley.

The door opened, and Jack walked in, went directly to Bontini, and shook his hand. Glad to have you on board, Jack said.

I raised my head to greet the man and almost let out an audible gasp. Dear God, he was handsome, but in a very dark, sinister way. The man looked like he could gobble me up in one bite.

How very nice to meet you, Mr. Bontini, I said, standing and extending my hand.

He grinned. Please, Lydia Francis, sit down. I am charmed to meet you. I do have a question; do you always wear glasses? Have you tried contact lenses? his voice was deep and sexy, and had he just asked me that question?

His question stung.

I’m sure he implied that the large black frames did little for me. I knew that, but this man was rude. I don’t like contact lenses, Mr. Bontini.

I see. You’d reject an idea that would greatly enhance your appearance. If I’ve offended you, please forgive me for suggesting.

I had a feeling we were starting off on the wrong foot. No problem, Mr. Bontini. Thank you for the suggestion.

Jack didn’t flick an eyelash at this man’s audacity. I’d yet to look at his portfolio, but from Jack’s disregard, I’m sure he was worth millions. I held back any annoyed expression. First, I had to see how much he was worth.

Bontini leaned forward in his chair. Please open the folder, Miss Francis. You must see how much I need to invest.

I was not too fond of his bossy attitude, but money had a way of calming me down. When I read his portfolio, I regained my composure because this fucking guy was loaded, and to the tune of five-billion dollars.

I calmly raised my head, closed the folder, and smiled. It’s an impressive amount. I am sure that we can double your investment.

Jack then added, Lydia and I are a great team.

Jack was a pleasant man, about five foot eight, balding and slightly pudgy. The contract between him and Bontini was astounding. Even Philip, my boss, was paled beside him.

Bontini gave us a wry smile. I’ve gotten excellent feedback about your firm. I expect that in six months, I will be even richer. He then looked at me. Lydia, tonight, I have a very important dinner, and I would like you and Jack to attend. You’re a size eight, correct? I’ll have a dress delivered.

Yes, I am a size eight. How very observant of you. The man was spot on. But once again, he rubbed me the wrong way with the need to be in control. I have clothes, Mr. Bontini.

I’m sure you do, Miss Francis. He stopped and then asked, It is Miss?

Yes, it is, Miss. Man, oh man, he was getting me pissed off.

When Bontini stood, he adjusted his dark trousers, and I couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge at his crotch. Was he excited, or was he adjusting a nice size penis.?

After years of investing money for rich, eccentric people, I knew many were a bit twisted. The men more so than the women. However, male, female, and couples had hit on me, and I’d learned to decline gracefully. Idiosyncrasies went along with all that money. I quickly took my eyes off him but didn’t miss the sexy smirk he wore. Had he seen me notice what he tried to conceal?"

He shook Phillip’s and Jack’s hands, then turned to me, extending his large, manicured-fingered hand. Miss Francis, I tend to be a little controlling and always overstep my bounds. It would please me if you wore the dress I’m having delivered. I enjoy buying people presents. Accept it as a welcome gift and a peace offering. I’m really not a bad fellow once you get to know me.

I smiled. At least his little apology helped calm my nerves.

He grinned and added, I look forward to collaborating with you and Jack.

He had me.

I couldn’t refuse his offer.

The man had Billions.

I would have to be gracious. Thank you, and since you put it that way, of course, I’ll wear the dress. I then smiled and said, Please call me Lydia.

Of course, Lydia, thank you. When he shook my hand, I noticed that his hand was warm and gentle. He was even more imposing as he stood before me. His face was free of defects, and its olive skin tone reflected his Italian heritage. His beard was dark and perfectly sculpted, and his raven hair was kissed by silver, sleek, and so damn sexy. I had to remember that he was a wealthy client, a very wealthy client.

When he left, the room was empty of any sexual energy. I’d never met a man like him, and I had to reel in my desire to know him better. He would never want me.

Jack and I went to leave when Philip called me back in. Lydia, please stay. Take a seat.

Sure, Philip. I sat back down.

Bontini is one of the biggest clients this firm has ever taken on. I need you to be nice to him.

Are you asking me to sleep with him?

Christ, no, what I need is your cocky attitude to be non-existent around Bontini.

Cocky? I have a cocky attitude. Since when, Phil?

Since a few minutes ago. By now, you should be used to these eccentric rich people. They do quirky things.

Like buying me a dress?

Is that so bad?

No, no, I guess not, I sighed. As long as he doesn’t expect more.

Philip smiled, and as I walked out of his office, I yelled back at him, I’m not sleeping with him, Philip. Trust me. I’m not his type; too old and set in my ways.

You can say that again, he yelled back.

I was interested in Bontini, not because he was disgustingly rich. No, it was far seedier. I wanted to see what that bulge in his trousers was all about. During the day, I was all business, but when the sun went down, I was such a dirty girl. I’d had few sexual partners over my thirty-three years but found that masturbating saved me. If only a man could give me what my sex toys could. I sighed; I’d be so damn grateful.

I giggled as I walked back to my office, visions of Bontini’s trouser bulge. I held in another giggle, thinking it was probably his wallet. He was, after all, a billionaire.

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Chapter Two

Fire with solid fill

I left the office at five p.m., my mind on Antonio Bontini. My thoughts kept on going back to the bulge in his trousers. Now, was it possible that he was rich and hung? My doorbell rang, breaking the spell I was under. When I checked my camera, I saw a young woman delivering a box from Nordstrom. It was the dress.

I opened the door, tipped her, and took the box. My excitement was uncontained as I went directly to the bedroom. I ripped open the box and was surprised that the dress wasn’t black but a deep, coppery brown, matching my hair color.

Dear God, I whispered. He ordered this after he met me. Isn’t he a sly fox? Mr. Bontini, you’ve got my full attention.

It was made of chiffon and not at all what I expected. It was one-shouldered, form-fitting, and not one bauble or sequence adorned the elegant dress. I was anxious to wear it, and