'Professional' Dirty Thoughts

ROSALINE

Everything that happened yesterday and the day before was all now in the past. I had concluded so after a long deliberation with myself.

Russo could not just come back home after five years and disturb how my life was going. He was my uncle and that was all he would ever be.

Okay, perhaps also my boss at work.

Since Russo was back, the acting CEO would step down and Russo would take over today. I was the new manager of the company and I just might need to work with the CEO a lot but business would definitely be business.

And looking back at five years ago, Russo had always been the way he was. I was the only one thinking things too far. He had probably even forgotten about that night.

"The car is parked right outside. Go get in." I heard his voice behind me as I picked my suit up.

"No, I can go in my own car" I replied. As much as I had cleared everything up in my brain, it would benefit me to stay away from him for a while.

"Sunshine, go get in the car" he repeated in a voice that I just could not find it in me to disobey.

"Alright. Fine and don't call me Sunshine at work or even Caramia."

"Caramia is your name" he pointed out.

"Not a lot of people know that. And Caramia sounds a little bit too... Endearing? Rosaline will work perfectly"

He gave no response this time and just walked towards the door. I sighed and followed after him.

Getting outside, the door of the car was being held open by one of Russo's men. I watched Russo get in the car and I got in after him.

The door was shut and the ride began. I tried to think of something distant from Russo but his cologne was really distracting me from doing so.

"Russo?" I called as he flipped through a document.

"Yes?"

"Busy?" I asked.

"Well, not too busy for you" he closed the document.

"Don't you have any woman in your life?" I asked a question I had been pretty curious about.

"A woman?" He seemed amused.

"Yes, a woman. I, at least know you are into women" I replied, not understanding why he seemed amused.

"If I have a woman in my life... I guess I do. I have you" he said with a pretty serious countenance on his face.

"Russo" I hit his shoulder lightly and he laughed.

"You know what I am asking about. You are... 35, right? A fiancé? a girlfriend? A regular lover?"

"And if I have none?" He leaned in a bit and I leaned back.

"There's no way you have none" I said, trying not to let my voice tremble even a little bit.

"Well, I have none at the moment and I know that's almost unbelievable for a man as hot as I am..."

I scoffed.

"Hot? Yeah, in your dreams" I rolled my eyes and attempted to look away from him completely but he suddenly grabbed my chin and made me continue looking at him.

He leaned in really close, so close that I could feel his breath and then he went for my ear, his breath fanning me gently.

"It wasn't in my dreams when you called me daddy and came like a good girl for me" he whispered and my entire face flushed red.

How could he talk about it? Didn't... Didn't we agree that we would say nothing about that night?

"Shit" I heard him groan as he pulled back and relaxed into his seat.

"That was a joke" he suddenly said.

"An unfunny one. Very much unfunny" I remarked and looked out of the window, trying to calm myself down.

How could he say those words to me so rawly? And how could his voice be that fucking deep and hot? Couldn't he sound less... Less attractive?!

'This is your uncle, Rosalind. Your uncle' I chastised myself.

That night should have never happened. Now, I wasn't too sure things would ever remain the same.

RUSSO EL MASSIMO

Fuck me! I had not intended on saying those words. Shite! I just wanted to tease her a little bit but instead I just made her all flushed up.

I just could not help it but say those words. I had been so close to her and in that moment, I could breathe in her sweet scent and my gaze had been on the beautiful mole behind her ear.

She was intoxicating me and if I had let my primal self get in control just as much as she just drove me crazy, her legs would be parted right now and my head would be buried in between.

What a fool I was! I shouldn't have just tasted her off my fingers that night. I should have gone down and licked her pussy. The taste would be so fucking better. Was I ever going to get a fucking chance to spread her legs and eat her out properly now?

*

RUSSO EL MASSIMO

"How is it going?"

"Business? Just as always. I've got it in control " I answered, dropping the biro in my hand and diverting my attention to the cup of coffee.

"I know that already. Who does not know that Russo El Massimo always has his business in control?" Diego chuckled. He was the closest I had to a best friend.

"I meant her. Rosaline is her name, right?"

I let out a soft sigh at the mention of Rosaline's name.

"Not too well, I suppose?"

"Things are worse. Something happened between us and shit, I think it is no longer a matter of me holding back or not. It is now a matter of how long I can hold back before I fucking snap. She's goddamn beautiful..." I threw my head back and groaned.

"Wow, wow. Russo, you know you've got to calm down"

"I know but..." I gritted my teeth for a second before letting out a soft exhale.

"But I want her so fucking much. No matter how many sluts I fuck and dump, I can't get her out of my head and you don't understand how it's driving me crazy"

"Wait a minute, Russo. Are you in love with her?" He asked and I let out a small chuckle.

"I love her as the daughter of Massimo and nothing more. You know I have no involvement with romantic love"

"Well, I think that's the more reason why you have to fucking take a chill pill. Do you think she deserves being used by you and then being dumped?" He asked and I sucked in a long breath.

"No, she doesn't."

"Exactly and that's why you have to tame yourself, man. Because she doesn't deserve what you will do to her."

He didn't understand. No one could understand what this lust was doing to me and that was why he could easily tell me to tame myself.

What other taming should have been more effective than me going away for five whole years? If this lust could be tamed, then it should have been tamed already, a long time ago.

"Yeah. Got to go" I ended the call before he could say another word.

As I dropped the phone in my hand, a knock came on my office door.

"In" I said the word, already busying myself with something else, anything that could get her out of my head for a little while but that clearly failed because the person who walked in through the door was Rosaline herself.

"Good day, sir" she greeted, walking in with confident strides and stopping before my table. Her confident walk and her professional face deeply contrasted the flushed expression I wanted her to have underneath me.

"Yes, Miss Rosaline?"

"I was told your secretary was out of office for a short while so I decided to bring these files myself sir" she dropped the files on the table in front of me and took a step back.

"You could have sent someone else to bring it in. You are the manager"

"It's no bother at all, sir. I would take my leave and get back to work now" she turned to leave and I watched as she walked back to the door, each step of hers seducing me and luring me into her trap. A trap she probably didn't even know she had set on me.

"Caramia?" I groaned, taking my eyes off her.

She turned swiftly to me.

"We are supposed to be professional at work, Russo" she said with a small frown that looked cute on her face.

"Who said so?" I asked.

"The rules says to maintain a professional relationship with every single person at work."

"Who makes the rules?" I went on.

"Uhm... The board?"

"And who is the highest decision maker in the board?"

"You?"

"Exactly, Sunshine. The rules don't bind me, no rules bind me and you should know that by now"

"Russo, I have loads of things to do and it would really be great if we maintain a professional relationship at work"

"Yeah, as you wish"

Her eyes flickered for a second before she looked away from me.

"Bye, Mr. Massimo"

Professional? None of the thoughts I had about her was close to being professional. I mean, if ripping that tight, pretty skirt she was putting on along with her panties and fucking her on my table was professional, then my thoughts were very much professional.