Queen of the Boardroom

[Veroe]

((CLOSED FOR MYSELF AND SILVERTONGUE217))​

IC: Deana Desmond

Deana Desmond's offices in the worldwide headquarters of Synnergy Enterprises had a grand view of the Manhattan skyline. On the Fifty-second floor she could see the patch of green of Central Park and off in the distance, the statue of liberty in the harbor peeked between skyscrapers. The grand wipe-around windows dominated the space and made the view even more impressive. Almost as impressive as the occupant of the office.

Deana had worked two jobs through business school, and she had applied that determination and work ethic to turn a company hovering on the brink of bankruptcy and in fourteen years raised it up to the eighth biggest company in the world. The décor of her office reflected that single-minded tenacity. It was Spartan without needless flourishes. A couch, table, chairs, lamps, desk, chair, and her.

Deana had always been cursed with her beauty. Men had been ensnared by it for as long as she could remember. Now however, she used it as a means to emphasize her position and authority, her power. Her suit was tailored to allow men to ogle her cleavage-all the better for while they were distracted with juvenile fantasies of her naked they were not noticing how she was maneuvering the deal to their disadvantage.

She knew she had something of a reputation, as the bitch. That was fine. They had no idea how true that reputation was.

That was beside the point at the moment however. Deana was a woman who liked everything in her life neat and orderly with no surprises, and this man...Donnie Vitrioli was one huge surprise.

He was a surprisingly handsome man, tall, and lean. She liked the haircut, his hands, and his eyes. He had the look of a man who knew he could end any fight so never sought to get into any. There was something about him...

...It was hardly consequential. She was a woman that liked things a certain way. Donnie Vitrioli was a large change in that 'certain way' to her life.

"Mister Vitrioli," She said eyeing him, "You know I have blackbelts in seven different martial arts, and am a qualified instructor at the gun range?"

She rose from her chair and looked out the window watching the congested new York traffic below. "The truth is I can take of myself. Your presence is entirely unnecessary."

She turned and walked in front of the desk and perched herself on the edge, "However the board says I am the public face of the company and the increase of hate mail has made them concerned enough to suggest I hire personal security."

She shrugged, "So you will have the job, provided you explain why you left the NYPD to me. None of your references felt the need to."

 

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“Just be warned she can be a very…. Striking person”

Little did he know

Donnie watched her move trying not to get lost in her legs or her cleavage as she spoke about how not needed he was. The board member who had hired him was wrong to just ay she was striking person she was combination of knock out and a deadly shark some one who could chop his head off while giving him hard on at the same time. Back in his old neighborhood she probably would have been referred to as a bitch who needed to get fucked to get the pole out of her ass not that any one of them could properly handle her.

If any thing she looked like some one who would spit them back out in a pile on the floor.

He saw her sit down and shifted his leather jacket a sharp contrast to her high-powered expensive business suit. He once again inwardly cursed that he had ignored the advice to wear his best suit not that his best would have even come close to hers. He hated the monkey suits though with a passion and if he was going to protect some one he was going to need to be as comfortable as possible.

Which brought him back to he question

“Why I left the NYPD?” He said his Bronx accent coming out as he shifted and ran a hand across his bald head “tired of playing cop and not doing any thing with it” He finally said shrugging and deciding on honesty “half the forces is corrupt the other half is to fearful to move off their asses it was either get paid and dirty my self or move into the private sector and get paid for it” He said locking eyes with her

“With respect Ma’am you sound perfectly capable of handling your self but that would mean you losing your focus I am here to make sure you can focus and keep your eyes on the ball and be safe doing it I am not here to get in your way and I have been given express orders to follow your lead and your rules as long as they dont endanger you the board simply wants to make sure you are safe”

He stood at ease hands behind his back and legs slightly apart. It was a show of deference to her and on he hoped she saw and understood.

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

She shrugged, "So you will have the job, provided you explain why you left the NYPD to me. None of your references felt the need to."

“Why I left the NYPD?” He asked his accent thick and unmistakeably New Yorker-the Bronx if she was not mistaken, “Tired of playing cop and not doing any thing with it."

Deana studied him a little more closely as he moved a hand over his bare head and shrugged adding, “Half the forces is corrupt the other half is to fearful to move off their asses it was either get paid and dirty my self or move into the private sector and get paid for it”

As he said that his eyes locked with hers-remarkable since 90% of all the men in her experience rarely kept eye contact from her cleavage. It meant he was probably gay. Too bad, she liked his eyes.

"The fact remains I am quite capable of taking care of myself," She said peering into those eyes.

“With respect Ma’am you sound perfectly capable of handling your self, but that would mean you losing your focus," He replied rather matter-of-factly, "I am not here to get in your way, and I have been given express orders to follow your lead and your rules, as long as they don't endanger you. The board simply wants to make sure you are safe.”

"I see," She stated simply. She did not like this. This company was hers. She had taken it from the brink and dragged it up on her back to the heights it was at now. She had made all the board members a veritable rubber stamp brigade to any direction she wanted Synnergy Enterprises to take. They would not have dreamed of making any decision without coming to her first, or so she had assumed for years now. Yet Mr. Vitrioli inconvenience to her life now was proof positive that they had.

Deana did not like it.

If they had the balls to shove this man onto her as a surprise what other decisions were they making without telling her, and who was their ring-leader if not her. Probably Anderson. He'd always had more ambition than brains. For instance he should know better than to piss her off when she had all the other members wrapped around her pinky finger-if they were still wrapped around her pinky finger? If so foisting Mr. Vitrioli was a futile and pointless first salvo ultimately only resulting in alerting her to the potential snake in the grass in the boardroom.

A fatal misstep on Mr. Anderson unless it was a diversion to occupy her from an attempt to wrest control of the company from her...

...Deana was beginning to think in circles now. She rose and stepped forward regarding Mr. Vitrioli gravely. "Very well, you are hired." Rather than take his hand for the customary handshake she turned to her desk again and picked up a folder, "Here is my schedule. I suggest you read it. Punctuality is one thing I demand upon myself above all others at all times. If there are any security concerns you may have with it I shall expect you to raise them by tomorrow."

She nailed him with an intense stare, "And if you can't keep up, Mr. Vitrioli, or prove incapable I will terminate you the board's safety concerns or not."

 

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He watched as she thought it through and debated firing him. He was a good judge of people and even though she had a good poker face he could tell she disliked the idea of him in her life of losing control. This was no doubt in her eyes a deliberate attempt to annoy her and or make her angry. Either that or she saw this as a power play a attempt to exert control over her. I did my research before stepping into this office and I knew just how much she loved her control. She was known in many business circles as a Ice Queen very capable and very powerful a true shark in the business world.

She was one not to mess with

She finally seemed to accept it moving and grabbing a folder as she snapped off her list of demands. He said nothing nodding when she said some thing and making no move to tell her off in any way. Donnie knew a ball buster when he saw one and he was not one to get all up in some ones business and or try to top them in any way. It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t risen very far in the force because he was content to go with the flow and not make any big waves.

She handed him the folder and he took it tucking it under his arms “I know you probably think I am some spy or some thing Ma’am he said catching her eye once more “But I was hired to protect you and protect you I shall I am your man in every sense of the word and that much I promise you” He said inclining his head.

“Also Ma’am with respect I already started the job when I came into this office” He said softly “I will read this in my spare time but I am not going any where not until your back up security force takes control in the evening if you would like I can go wait outside your door or stay in here depending on where you would prefer me” He said trying to make it clear he was by no means going to step on her toes.

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

She nailed him with an intense stare, "And if you can't keep up, Mr. Vitrioli, or prove incapable I will terminate you the board's safety concerns or not."

He took the folder she had handed him and tucked it under his arm. He was wearing a well-worn leather jacket. It must be one of his favorite articles of clothing. Deana began to toy with the idea of telling him that if he was to work for her wearing a suit and tie would be compulsory. It would serve him right if he was being put here to keep tabs upon her for that conniving little toad on the board, Gerald Anderson.

“I know you probably think I am some spy or some thing Ma’am," He told her, “But I was hired to protect you, and protect you I shall."

"As long as your protection doesn't intrude or otherwise interfere with me and my lifestyle, Mr. Vitrioli," Deana reminded him, "And if you are a spy I will make you rue the day you decided you and your employer could deceive me."

"I am your man in every sense of the word and that much I promise you” He said inclining his head.

That took her aback. The way Mr. Vitrioli had said that sounded like a medieval knight declaring fealty to some beautiful Queen. If circumstances were different between them now she'd test that declaration, and by the look of him she'd enjoy doing it too.

“Also Ma’am with respect I already started the job when I came into this office” He said softly and gesturing to the file under his arm, “I will read this in my spare time but I am not going any where not until your back up security force takes control in the evening."

"Well you can't stay in here," She asserted, "I have reports to read and matters to oversee."

"If you would like I can go wait outside your door or stay in here depending on where you would prefer me,” He said deferentially.

Perhaps this may work out after all. "Very well. Go wait outside with my secretary in the reception area. I am as safe and protected in my own office as anywhere else I assure you. I have work to do today."

With that she was alone in her office as she liked it. Deana did as she had said reading reports and emailing division heads for the rest of the day. That and double-checking the figures their CFO, one Gerald Anderson, had been preparing for their report to the SEC at the end of the month. If he was planning some mischief she wanted to make certain it wasn't going to bite them all on the ass and with jailtime to boot.

By the time she had finished it was well into evening. Somehow she had lost track of time. She had been prepared to be delayed a couple hours, but not by this much. She was as much as hour behind her schedule for the day. She was supposed to already be at Del Monaco's for her weekly Monday night plate of Fettuccini Alfredo. Part of her felt a surging rise of panic at being this out of control. The disciplined side of her personality fought to put herself back under firm control like a warrioress. It was alright....she'd think of something to get herself back on schedule somehow...she could control this.

Rushing out of her office she stopped cold in her tracks as Mr. Donnie Vitrioli stood there with a bag from Del Monaco's in his hands. "What is this?"

 

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He nodded at her dismissal and turned on his heel walking out. He opened the door to her office and stepped out closing it behind him and ignoring the receptionist stare. He gave her a small nod and then stood by her door not leaning but standing straight like a wall. He mulled over his new boss as he stood making several conclusions based on his short experience. Donnie might not have been eager to rise up in the police force but h was a good detective because he studied and knew people he was no Sherlock Holmes but he studied the craft all the same.

His new boss was wary of him thinking that he was some ort of scapegoat to sabotage her. She approached her work like a battlefield securing her companies interest but wary of any one dissenting rank in her troops. She was driven and motivated as well which no doubt made some of her colleagues wary. However they knew she was their golden goose and was securing to protect her not to move against her. He respected her even in their first meeting both from a business perspective and A personal one.

Then there was her beauty

He wasn’t a man to ogle but she had plenty to ogle. She was a knockout possessing a kind of sexy dangerous look that a woman couldn’t emulate. She was a girl that could chew a man up and spit him back out if they weren’t capable all while enjoying it. He idly wondered if she was a Domme but cast it aside not wanting to make any assumptions about her sex life.

He glanced at his battered watch noting the time. The evening was coming fast and she had not had any thing yet to eat.

“Excuse me Ma’am” Donnie said walking over to the receptionist “did Ms. Desmond have any dinner plans”

“Yes Sir” She said glancing at her ledger “For Del Monaco’s she had her favorite dish there already ordered”

“Can you please ask them if I can come over and pick it up” He asked “I have a feeling she won be leaving any time soon”

An hour later

He walked over noticing the door opening and stopping as she came out. He balanced the bag in his hand nodding his head politely.

“Your receptionist informed me where you were eating today” He said coming into her office “I took the liberty of going out and getting it” He said putting it on the table and turning to face her at the rest.

“Is that okay Ma’am?” He asked nodding at the bag

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

Rushing out of her office she stopped cold in her tracks as Mr. Donnie Vitrioli stood there with a bag from Del Monaco's in his hands. "What is this?"

Deana watched him walk up to her and inside her office, “Your receptionist informed me where you were eating today." He told her with a reverent but confident nod to his head, “I took the liberty of going out and getting it.”

Molly, her receptionist these past few years, had the unenviable burden of being a single mother of not one but two preteen girls. So while Deana routinely worked late Molly would leave to pick up her daughters from school or the sitter whenever she needed. She would have assumed Mr. Vitrioli would have left with her.

He laid the bag from Del Monaco's onto the table in front of the leather sofa within her office nodding, “Is that okay Ma’am?”

She walked over to the sofa and sat down looking into those eyes. If he were different, or if this was somewhere else...she'd consider inviting him into her inner sanctum or even her horse ranch up state, but it wasn't elsewhere and he wasn't different. She found herself touched by this gesture of thoughtfulness, and she wasn't prepared for that. It felt like he had gotten too close to her all too fast. She found herself searching for something wrong she could call him on and feel a comfortable distance once again.

"Very good," She told him imperiously reaching for the bag, "But I like a glass of Chateau Bergeron with my dinner, Mr. Vitri-" She stopped as she found a bottle sitting within the bag.

Damn, he had seemed to think of everything.

She took the bottle out and set it on the table looking back up to him. "You are paid to be my bodyguard, Mr. Vitrioli." She set the take home plate of Linguini onto the table, "Should I consider reassigning you as my gofer now?"

 

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He said nothing when she found the bottle even if inside he had adopted a smug look. He couldn’t necessarily claim that one as being his idea though as he sent a silent thank you for whomever at the restaurant remembered to put in the WHOLE order. Of course they no doubt knew that Ms. Desmond was not one to be trifled with. Her order was probably prepared with the utmost care and packaged the same way.

Oh how the other life lived

Donnie was a world away even if he inhabited in his employment. After his shift he would go back home to his small apartment and heat up some left overs. He would relax on his beat up old couch with a beer and spend the rest of the night doing some boring mundane activity. On the other hand she would go home to her penthouse no doubt with every thing just as it was supposed to be and either work or relax leisurely.

Donnie wasn’t jealous however, he was a simple guy some one who liked his own little slice of heaven as his mom would have put it. His time on the police force taught him more than his few share of things including one rule of the jungle to speak.

Sticking your head in the clouds was a good way to get your self shot


“Just because I am your body guard doesn’t mean I wont run errands like these” He remarked nodding at her food “pulling the car around for you attending to your needs its all part of what I offer” He said inclining his head slightly.

“Discretion as well any thing you tell me will never be heard by some one else” He remarked reaching out and handing her a wine key before stepping back and moving into an at ease position.

“Shall I go back out and wait for you to finish Ma’am?” He asked

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

She took the bottle out and set it on the table looking back up to him. "You are paid to be my bodyguard, Mr. Vitrioli." She set the take home plate of Linguini onto the table, "Should I consider reassigning you as my gofer now?"

“Just because I am your body guard doesn’t mean I wont run errands like these," He answered with a nod towards the box of Linguini.

She opened the to-go-box box taking in the smell of that distinctive Del Monaco's authentic pasta aroma. To him she asked a little skeptically, "Errands, such as..."

“Pulling the car around for you attending to your needs its all part of what I offer." He replied with a respectful incline to her.

It sounded to her like he was confusing the job description for her aide with his duties as her bodyguard. However if he was reporting everything she did back to Anderson...then he'd want to endear himself to her and get close to her. Was that what this gesture was meant for?

“Discretion as well any thing you tell me will never be heard by some one else," He told her as if anticipating the direction of her thoughts. Was he telepathic as well as handsome?

He was holding out a wine key for her to take, and she took it and watched as came to attention like a soldier before his commanding officer, “Shall I go back out and wait for you to finish Ma’am?”

Looking at him a thought was starting to blossom in her mind. He wanted to serve her...perhaps she'd show him just what that entailed. She held the wine key back for him. "Open the bottle and pour it into my glass exactly two thirds full."

 

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He watched her taking on her reaction to his words. She was surprised and wary of him but he could see that she still didn’t trust him in any stretch of the word. He understood but a part of him bristled a bit with anger. She was basing him off of others he felt and she knew he had no reason to lie and or try to claim falsehood. He was paid by her and even though he could supplement his income she would more than likely see.

“What do I have to do to get this woman to trust me” He thought though he never said it out loud.

Instead when she handed him the wine key he took it opening it and advancing towards the bottle.

“Of course Ma’am” He said pushing the key into the cork and securing it. He worked it easily his nimble finger dancing around the neck as he worked the cork out. It finally came out and he set the wine key on the table before taking the bottle and pouring the glass the desired amount. He sat it down reaching out and offering it to her along with a small smile.

“There you go Ma’am” He said his eyes locking with her “your glass” He said politely.

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

Looking at him a thought was starting to blossom in her mind. He wanted to serve her...perhaps she'd show him just what that entailed. She held the wine key back for him. "Open the bottle and pour it into my glass exactly two thirds full."

She watched him uncertain of his role here. Was it as a spy for Gerald Anderson or was he the affable man eager to serve her that he purported himself to be? She didn't like not knowing. She hated uncertainty. Deana loved order and routine, Donnie Vitrioli, seemed to upset both her sense of order and her routine just by his existence.

Still he was rather handsome, and it'd been ages since she'd brought a man to heel properly. He was her employee now, and probably as vanilla as ice cream on top of that, but if circumstances were different...she would have enjoyed restoring her sense of order in the world by making him suffer through a fairly cathartic flogging.

“Of course, Ma’am," He replied taking the wine key and opening the wine bottle and pouring it into her glass as she had specified. He gave her a cocky little smile eyes locking with hers like clashing sumo wrestlers as he handed the glass back to her, “There you go, Ma'am, your glass."

Deana noted the challenge in his tone and eyes. He was getting a little annoyed here too. She took it and raised the glass to eye level and gauged the level of the liquid inside. Part of her hoped she would find that it was less or more than two-thirds full so she'd feel like Mr. Vitirioli was not so perfect after all. Yet it wasn't to be, he hadn't poured too much or too little. It was perfect, and it was precisely that she found about him that was annoying to her.

She tapped the table beside the plate of Linguini with one impeccably manicured fingernail. "Silverware now, Mr. Vitrioli. First the fork here an inch away from the plate. Then the knife precisely an inch away from the fork beside it, and the napkin in a rectangle lined up so it's perfectly perpendicular with the edge of the table on the other side of the plate."

She crossed her arms waiting for Mr. Donnie Vitrioli to prove himself mortal and fail in fulfilling her instructions to the letter and thus give her the satisfaction of riding him like the stereotypical image of the bitchy boss she'd always despised for that failure. Something about this man just made her want to smack him...and then maybe some other things that didn't involve so much smacking.

 

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He regretted the smirk

There was a hint of a challenge in his eyes one that she picked up on instantly. Donnie heard her issue her latest command a harsh no real room for error kind of order that made him balche even if he didnt show it. He was no waiter! He could do the silverware just fine but he had no idea how to fold a napkin.

Yet

A part of him wanted to try just to prove to her.... whatever it was he was trying ot prove to her. He still wasnt entirely sure of that or why he so eagerly found himself falling into step and her orders. Yet here he was nodding at her and reaching out to take the silverware before placing it exactly where she specified it be at.

He approached the napkin warily as if he was handling a live bomb. His nimble fingers picked it up plucking at it as he tried to eyeball it as if he knew what he was doing. Finally he decided to attempt it not looking at her as he formed it into a rectangle. He spent a few precious seconds babying it making sure that it wasnt ruffled in any way before he placed it in what he thought was the way she asked of him.

He stepped back going at rest his hands behind his back "Is there any thing else Ma'am?" he said trying not to betray the nerves he was feeling. A part of him knew she wanted to see him sweat but he didnt give it to her instead staring straight ahead.

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

She crossed her arms waiting for Mr. Donnie Vitrioli to prove himself mortal and fail in fulfilling her instructions to the letter and thus give her the satisfaction of riding him like the stereotypical image of the bitchy boss she'd always despised for that failure. Something about this man just made her want to smack him...and then maybe some other things that didn't involve so much smacking.

She watched him bend down putting her fork and knife in the places she specified. She felt partly annoyed and partly pleased he was doing so well. The real test however would be the napkin. She arched an eyebrow as he fastidiously folded it. Then putting it down on the table beside her plate.

Then he stated simply, "Is there any thing else Ma'am?"

"Very good Mr. Vitrioli," She congratulated him adding, "I'm actually impressed. Most men's idea of proper table manners involve burnt and greasy chunks of meat on paper plates."

She gestured to the seat beside her, "Now I can't eat with someone looming over me. Sit down Mr. Vitrioli."

She crossed her legs determined to take control of the situation here. Donnie Vitrioli's presence had set her on her back foot ever since the board told her they were hiring him to be her bodyguard. Now however Deana was going to turn the tables on him. It would be easy too. After all men were primarily simple creatures, and she had long ago learned how to pull their strings to become her puppet.

She straigtened knowing full well how the dip in her suit jacket would showcase and emphasize her bustline. Few red-blooded heterosexual men could resist the distraction of looking at such a tantalizing glimpse of her C-cup breasts.

She raised a forkful of the Linguini to her lips. It was still steaming hot so her lips puckered and blew.

 

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She offered him a seat and he took it with a polite dip of his head and a "yes Ma'am". Before he sat down he took off his suit jacket exposing his fitted black button t shirt and his gun holster. He carefully put it over his chair and sat down not slouching as he watched her eat.

"oh god" he thought watching her arch displaying her breast. He was disarmed for a few seconds and he stared before quickly composing himself.

"My mother raised me better than that" He said answering her non question "I come from a very strict italian house hold my mother knew how to cook and she made sure if she was cooking that we knew how to properly eat" He said a small smile playing on his lips.

He swallowed unsure of what to do with himself, her breast were like magnets trying to draw his eyes down to look at them. He knew she knew it to that she was purposefully trying to do it to disarm him.

And she was succeeding

"Why do you fear me as a spy to the board so much?" He finally asked breaking the silence and the weird dare he say sexual tension between them "surely you know they love you? Or if not love you love the money you make for them theres no real reason to spy or try to root you out unless you know some thing i dont"

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

She straigtened knowing full well how the dip in her suit jacket would showcase and emphasize her bustline. Few red-blooded heterosexual men could resist the distraction of looking at such a tantalizing glimpse of her C-cup breasts.

She raised a forkful of the Linguini to her lips. It was still steaming hot so her lips puckered and blew.

Deana hid a smile as she chewed the pasta between her perfect pearly teeth. It seemed to be working. It seemed to her that Donnie Vitrioli was just like every other man she'd ever met-dumb and pliable at the merest sight of her breasts.

Then abruptly his eyes shifted up to look at hers saying, "My mother raised me better than that."

She turned her gaze to meet hers eyebrow arched. Her memories of her own mother and her family were buried long ago in ground she had chosen to never trod throughout her life as a lonely orphan and now as an independent woman.

"I come from a very strict italian house hold my mother knew how to cook and she made sure if she was cooking that we knew how to properly eat." He said with a wistful smile over those chewable lips that raised unwanted memories of her mother setting the table as her father came home...in one of those moods again.

She distracted herself by lifting the glass of wine and taking a healthy drink to recenter herself. She was in control. She was in total control over this. She put the glass back down as he asked.

"Why do you fear me as a spy to the board so much?"

"They unilaterally decided I needed a bodyguard," She told him.

"Surely you know they love you?"

"Love me," She scoffed, "They don't have the initiative to wipe the drool off of their chin without my say so. You confuse dependence with love."

"Or if not love you love the money you make for them. There's no real reason to spy or try to root you out unless you know some thing I don't."

She smirked at his naivete. Men if they weren't so adorable she wouldn't have a use for any of them. "No man likes being underneath the heel of a powerful woman, Mr Vitrioli. Resentment can make even the best of them to spite their best interests with plans to reverse that state of affairs."

"But enough of that," She said turning look at him squarely, "Tell me more about you. You mentioned a family? Was your family a particularly large one?"

 

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He cocked his head nothing her brush off on his questions. It bothered him bothered him enough that he opened his mouth to bring it back up before deciding against it sniffling his curiosity down and instead focusing on her questions. He made a mental note to ask the board the next time he was around them if there was any thing he needed to know. There was some thing going on here some thing that was causing his old detective instincts to tingle.

"Yes I did mention my family" He said watching her eat and trying to ignore the swell of her breast once more "and you could say we were pretty large most of us were back in italy though.... my mom and dad were the only immigrants I had a younger sister and brother but we all went our separate ways a long time ago I was the only one who stuck around to take care of my mother and father" He said his eyes flashing a bit with some unseen emotion before he cleared his throat.

"I never really considered the police force my family though" he admitted shrugging his shoulders "to be fair though I'm a bit of a loner you will find i rarely take time off for personal things or days off you'll be stuck with me far more than you probably wish" He said his eyes running up and down her body once more on their own accord.

 

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IC: Deana Desmond

"But enough of that," She said turning look at him squarely, "Tell me more about you. You mentioned a family? Was your family a particularly large one?"

"Yes, I did mention my family," He confirmed. Deana noted how his eyes drifted back down to the way her skirt suit jacket fit and molded around her bustline. She lifted another forkful of her Linguini and blew over it. "And you could say we were pretty large most of us were back in italy though...."

She wasn't certain why she had asked him to tell her about his family. Family was a subject she actively avoided bringing up. It carried too many ghosts she couldn't exorcise for her.

"...My mom and dad were the only immigrants I had a younger sister and brother but we all went our separate ways a long time ago," He said with a flash of emotion in his eyes that piqued Deana's interest, "I was the only one who stuck around to take care of my mother and father."

"What of friends from your time among the police department," She asked him.

"I never really considered the police force my family though," He shrugged, "To be fair though I'm a bit of a loner. You will find I rarely take time off for personal things or days off. You'll be stuck with me far more than you probably wish."

She lifted her wineglass to her lips noting how his eyes caressed over her bust and legs. Purposely she allowed some of the wine to drip down her chin and onto her cleavage. "Oh my," She said lowering the glass, "Mr. Vitrioli use the napkin to clean the wine off of me if you'd please."

 

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He found himself sharing more and more about her family and his time in the police force opening up in a way he never had before. What was going on here? He idly wondered watching as she continued to eat. What about her made it so easy for him to talk to her? Hell why6 was he sharing so easily for that matter.

And why couldn't he stop staring at her?

He idly wondered as she continued to eat and he continued to talk about his family if she could feel the electricity in the air around them. If she felt the same kind of attraction to him as he did to her. Because what he was feeling was definitely attraction the kind that said i want to rip our clothes off and fall into a hot sweaty mess on the floor. He could feel his cock throbbing in side of his pants thankfully it wasn't hard yet but it was twitching and rearing to go. It was totally unlike the veteran police detective to be such a horn dog yet here he was lusting after his new boss even as he spilled his guts to her.

"Mr. Vitrioli use the napkin to clean the wine off of me if you'd please."

I blinked shaking my self out of my thoughts. My eyes widened as i took in the small trail of wine that ran down her mouth and to her chin to her blouse. It was slowly staining her shirt coloring her cleavage which i was sure she had caught me ogling.

"Of course Ma'am" I said getting up thankful that i wasnt sporting a hard on. I took the napkin my fingers steady even as i inwardly shook and walked over. I dipped the napkin into a glass of water carefully soaking it before i leaned forward bringing it to the spill and beginning to dab at it as my mom taught me to. I tried not to look down at the swell of her chest and instead on the stain but i couldn't help but sneak a peek. I also tried to ignore how close we are how i could taste her scent just as surely as she could taste mine.

"how is that Ma'am?" I said looking up noting how close our faces were as i nodded at the stain.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deana Desmond

She lifted her wineglass to her lips noting how his eyes caressed over her bust and legs. Purposely she allowed some of the wine to drip down her chin and onto her cleavage. "Oh my," She said lowering the glass, "Mr. Vitrioli use the napkin to clean the wine off of me if you'd please."

He shook himself at her words and then he rose up, picked up the napkin and approached her. "Of course Ma'am."

Deana shouldn't have done this. It was her general policy to never mix her personal life and her professional one. But something about Donnie Vitrioli was bringing out the domme from within her.

She was done being put off-balance by the introduction of this man in the routine of her life. She was a woman who preferred to be in control of her life at all times. It was time she reasserted that again.

She watched him coolly as he leaned forward giving her a good whiff of the cologne he had put on in the morning. He smelt good. Deana approved.

The napkin dabbed at her neck and chest. She observed him not giving away anything. His touch was gentle chasing down each wayward drop of the wine.

When his eyes lowered to her cleavage like any and every man's eyes would she reminded him, "Be thorough, Mr. Vitrioli."

After another moment the napkin ceased and his eyes raised to hers a scant few inches between them face to face. "How is that Ma'am?"

A slender blond eyebrow arched as she stated, "Unacceptable. I insist you clean it."

She raised up to her feet. "Avert your eyes to the floor."

Her fingers began unbuttoning her blazer. Her eyes never leaving him daring him to look up as she removed the jacket hanging it over his hands stating, "Keep your eyes down."

She began on her blouse's buttons watching him ready to swoop down on him if he dared raised his gaze upon her as she removed her shirt. Finished she stood topless save her lacy black bra valiantly trying to contain the abundance of her breasts. She hung her stained blouse over his hand and took back her blazer.

Deana then stood putting back on the blazer buttoning it up all the way. It didn't help of course. It was meant to be worn with a blouse underneath it. The cut of it highlighted and revealed the inner slopes of the valley between her breasts and the thin bra connecting them.

"Look at me when I speak to you, Mr. Vitrioli," She told him standing still as if her revealing state was of utterly no consequence to her. She held out a key for him. "These are for the executive washroom. I suggest you get started."

 

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"Unacceptable. I insist you clean it."

"Avert your eyes to the floor."

“Yes Ma’am” He said his eyes immediately coming down. He kept his eyes on the floor as she got up straining his ears to figure out what was going on.

Then he felt her shirt

He gulped his body tightening but she was already reiterating her command. He didn’t move his eyes staying down as he heard the rustling of her clothes. What was she doing? He said trying to resist a very loud and audible gulp. A second later he felt what could only be her blouse in his hands before she was taking back her jacket. His heart raced as he realized what was happening and what he was about to see.

She told him to look at her when she spoke to him and so he looked up trying not to groan as he saw her heaving breast. The blazer was trying to hold the two breast and was straining to do so. He bit his lip his eyes hungrily taking her in as she handed him the key to the bathroom.

“Uh yes right Ma’am” he said bowing his head slightly before moving and shuffling over to the bathroom. He opened it and went in groaning softly ot himself as he closed the door.

“Ugh what the fuck am I doing” he said coming over and grabbing the water to clean it. He went to work cleaning the shirt up and managing to get the stain out. He came out ten minutes later holding the shirt his composure back.

“Here you go Ma’am all clean” he said handing it to her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deana Desmond

"Look at me when I speak to you, Mr. Vitrioli," She told him standing still as if her revealing state was of utterly no consequence to her. She held out a key for him. "These are for the executive washroom. I suggest you get started."

She could feel the pressure of his gaze flow up her body like the touch of invisible fingers. They centered on the glorious amount of cleavage her jacket was striving valiantly to contain. She smiled inwardly at that feeling like she had one up on him.

“Uh yes," He said to her in reply, "Right Ma’am.”

He took the keys and headed off with her stained blouse. Deana got a good look at his ass in his tight jeans as Donnie walked off. Too bad he was an employee. She wouldn't have minded taking that tight little ass into her playroom. Sadly this was as far as things would progress however.

While he was in the bathroom Deana continued eating her linguini and drinking her wine until he emerged out with a cleaned blouse.

“Here you go Ma’am all clean” he said handing it to her.

She smiled sweetly at him, "Very good Mr. Vitrioli. I am pleased you can follow directions."

She laid the blouse over the arm of the sofa. "Please pack the rest of my supper. It is getting late and I need to return home for the evening."

 

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"Please pack the rest of my supper. It is getting late and I need to return home for the evening."

"Yes Ma'am" He said his mouth working in over drive as he swallowed nervously. He was still tingling from this.... whatever it was. There was this odd chemistry between them some thing sexual but more. She was commanding and commanding to him and the way he was reacting to it surprised him. He had never been a dominating man and had never had an interest in a dominating woman yet here he was sporting a large bulge in his jeans at simply being commanded to clean a shirt.

He decided to focus on packing up the rest of her dinner using the time to relax and get his.... appendage down. He finally turned her dinner all wrapped up and made sure to call the car for her as well.

"shall we go down" he said offering her his arm his head bowed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deana Desmond

She laid the blouse over the arm of the sofa. "Please pack the rest of my supper. It is getting late and I need to return home for the evening."

Deana watched him begin packing up her half-eaten plate of Linguini and bottle of Chateau D'Bergeron. She sipped the last of her wine from her glass walking around to get a good look of his ass under his jeans as he bent over to place both in the bag from Del Monaco's. She was experienced a strong urge to reach out and squeeze it before he raised back up.

He turned to her. "shall we go down" He offered his arm to escort her home like a Victorian era gentleman.

With a small grin of amusement that threatened her carefully composed Icy faceade she hefted her blouse over her shoulder and slipped her arm in his. "Proceed."

He escorted out of her office and into the executive elevator. The stood arm in arm as the elevator began its descent down to the garage below. The doors of the elevator had a mirrored finish. It meant she was staring at their reflection and she noticed how much like the little plastic couple on wedding cakes they looked like standing as they were. Except for the fact that he was looking at her cleavage.

"Mr. Vitrioli," She said haughtily, "Once we walk out of here I expect you to perform your job in a thorough manner. In other words scan our surroundings for threats like a competent security professional instead of gawking at my breasts like a teenager that just stole his father's issue of playboy magazine."

The elevator slowed and then the doors slid open to the garage. Her driver, Mr. Tinsdale, had her limousine waiting for them. This time she led them out of the elevator heading straight for the car door that Mr. Tinsdale had opened for her.

Deana bent down to slide onto the back seat, but froze as she noticed a particular smell inside the Limo. It was impossible...the company still made that particular brand of cigarettes but Winchester unfiltered special was not now a widely circulated kind of cigarette. It suited Deana just fine. The smell of cigarettes brought extremely unpleasant memories back to her, and did so Winchester Unfiltered in particular.

It was his favorite brand.

She shivered frozen in the act of climbing inside the back of car. Then panicking she reversed hastily backing out of the car. In her hurry she stumbled falling back into Mr. Vitrioli's arms.

"Someone's been inside my Limo," She said accusingly to Mr. Tinsdale, "Who was it?"

 

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He felt her falling into his arms and his instincts kicked in. He nodded at the gaurds shadowing them and moved her behind him. They fell into place a standard diamond formation and ushered her back to the building as fast as they could. He waited until he got the message stating she was safe and approached the car. He reached into his jacket pulling out a cops best friend a pair of latex gloves.

“Was in any one in this car?” He asked the man leveling his eyes at the driver who looked terrified beyond belief.

“N-No sir!” He said stammering “I pulled her out of the Ms. Desmonds garage which only I have the key to”

“And I trust you didn’t smoke in this car?” Donnie asked opening the car and breathing in the smokey smell which he had no doubt caused her nervousness.

“I would never-“

Donnie turned suddenly getting in his face. He sniffed and frowned noting the man was telling the truth and there seemed to be no smoke on his breath.

“Go get the backup car” Donnie said turning to this one and pulling a small travel case out of his suit “quickly now then you are to arrange another driver to drive this one down to be cleaned”

“Yes sir”

As he scrambled off Donnie approached the car moving very carefully.
He peeked his head in looking around to see if any thing was out of place before opening the kit. Inside was his old finger dusting kit from his detective days. He got to work dusting it down for prints, every place a hand would have been at he dusted finding a few prints that he managed to pull. It took him fifteen minutes to finish just enough time for the driver to pull the spare car around and into the parking lot.

He tucked the prints into his pockets making a mental note to contact his old friend Bernie at Forensic tech to run the prints just on the off chance there was a hit in the system.

“bring her out” Donnie said into his ear piece walking over and opening the door. He watched them bring her out and offered his hand dismissing the other gaurds with a wave of his hand before climbing into the back with her.

“Home please” He told the driver before turning to his boss “Ma’am I got you a new car and I dusted for prints in the other one im going to have a friend of mine see if there are any matches in the system but if there is some one you believe to be a security threat please tell me so I can do my job”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deana Desmond

"Someone's been inside my Limo," She said accusingly to Mr. Tinsdale, "Who was it?"

Mr. Vitrioli's arms closed around her supporting her until Deana was able to regain her footing. At the same time he had snapped back to perform his job with admirable dedication. Within moments she was surrounded by the building's security gaurds and being ushered back inside as he dealt with what was clearly his purview. So she waited inside the lobby of the building as he conducted his investigation.

Deana shuddered again. It couldn't be him, could it? He should still be on death row, or perhaps his sentence had even been carried out in the twenty-five years since.

Could he have gotten out for some reason? Could he have found her?

She sat down in one of the chairs in the lobby. Her hands clutched ahold of the chair's arms, fingers digging into leather like it was the only anchor keeping her from flying off the face of the earth. Her breath came shallow and hurried on the brink of hyperventilating. She had to close her eyes as memories long since buried began to raise up from their graves. She trembled visibly on the verge of a panic attack.

She had to get ahold of herself. She was Deana Desmond now. She was always in control of everyone and everything around her.

One of the gaurds that surrounded her glanced down towards the cleavage her open suit jacket revealed. That pivoted her back into herself. She was Deana Desmond, queen of all she surveyed. All others bowed down before her to worship her for her looks. It had been both a curse and a constant source of power for Deana.

She leaned back like the chair was her throne. A leg lifted and crossed over a knee as an eyebrow arched admonishingly at the young security guard. Realizing she had noticed that he was ogling her breasts the young man blushed and returned to fulfilling his duties. Back in control of herself and everything else she sat back a Queen of her world waiting for Mr. Vitrioli to performing his own job. It would also be a good way of measuring his competence at the task as well.

Then she was ushered out of the lobby and back into the garage. She sauntered towards him surrounded by the gaurds. They had another car pulled up and the back door opened for her to climb inside. Once seated she crossed her legs and eyed Mr. Vitrioli as he got in with her.

“Home please” He told the driver before turning to his boss “Ma’am, I got you a new car, and I dusted for prints in the other one."

Her brow arched, "For what purpose?"

"I'm going to have a friend of mine see if there are any matches in the system," He answered, "But if there is some one you believe to be a security threat please tell me so I can do my job”

She turned her head away from his to look out the window as the limousine pulled out of the garage and onto the busy streets of Manhattan at night. "No," She lied, "There's no one."

To the driver she announced, "Mr. Tinsdale, I have changed my mind." She glanced over to Mr. Vitrioli elaborating, "Take me home but only for a minute to change. Then I wish to go out to the club."

There. Deana felt like she needed to go out and reclaim herself and beat the hell out of someone in the process.