Gian's POV

"Rosalind, can I see you in my office please?"

I wait not more than two minutes before she's making her way into the office.  I have to give it to her, she's a brilliant Personal Assistant.  She has remained professional since she declined my date request and things seemed to have eased up again this week.  She seems much less tense around me.  Perhaps she thinks I have decided to let things drop on that front, shows how well she truly know me!

"You called me, Sir?" I look up from my desk and frown at her as she says 'Sir'.  it takes a moment before it dawns on her. "Oh, I mean Gian.  Did you need something?"

"Take a seat, Rosalind." I gesture to the chair directly across from me, aware I'm at the greatest vantage point.  I take the opportunity to assess the outfit she's chosen to wear today.    Instead of her usual blouse and skirt, she had selected a silver low cut, form-fitting dress which clung in all the right places.  She had paired it with an elegant high waisted black belt and simple stilettos. Where her skirts always reached past the knee, this one surprisingly ended mid-thigh.  I felt my cock twitch as she sat in the chair forcing the dress further up her thigh.  That did nothing to keep my mind on task at all.  How had I worked with her all this time without making a move?

"Thank you.  As you know, the software launch party is coming up in two weeks, so we have a lot to get through before then."

"Yes, I had seen that in the calendar.  Did you have a list of duties required to be completed before the event." She took her notebook out, always prepared to gather the information I have for her. 

"No, the list is not prepared yet.  We will go over that at lunch.  Make reservations, you choose where.  We will have a lot to get through so we will be working closely over the next few days." Let's see her get out of this one.  I know how committed she is to her position, there's no way she will risk it.

"Lunch, Sir, ah Gian."

"Yes, Rosalind.  Business lunch for two, we do have to eat."

"I could order something in, so we can continue to work.  Have it delivered to the conference room even?" I have to hand it to her, she's cute when she's determined.  That and ordering in was a fucking good idea. 

"I'd prefer to eat out today, Rosalind.  Less distractions while we work.  Just bring along your notebook and one of the tablets, I am sure we will be able to make do."

"As you wish.  Was there anything else you would like to go over now?" Fucking damn right as I wish, glad you're seeing things my way.  Now, to make her see past everything she thinks she knows that is Gian Costello.  Fuck me I'm screwed.

"No, nothing else.  Just try to clear as many of your general duties as you can.  This launch will need to be of the highest priorities for us."

"Sure, I will get onto that now."

"Thank you, Rosalind.  We will leave at 12.00 pm and take a town car, so you just need to make the reservation."  I watch her stand, sadly readjusting her dress to its correct level.  I take in the smooth curves and the gentle sway of her hips as she makes her way out of the office.  I know by at this point I look like a total perve but I won't lie, I don't give a shit.  If I get to stare at that perfect ass then it's worth it.

My phone alerts me to an incoming text, so I fish it out of my pocket and unlock the screen.  Tracy.  Well, I knew she'd be following me up, just didn't expect to be so soon after our conversation.

Entering Flashback

Knock Knock

"Come in, love."

Tracy, Ma'am, is seated on the sofa life she so often is when I arrive.  She gives me one of her signature smiles that lets me know she's in a cheeky mood before handing me a scotch on the rocks.

"Well, well Gian.  You're looking royally fucked, aren't you." She winked, looking me up and down as I sit down across from her.

"I'd expect you'd be earning much less if I didn't look like this Tracy," I smirked, though she is right.  I am well and truly spent after tonight.  I don't know where she found this Goddess, but she is fantastic and seems to know exactly what I needed.  What I'd do to see her face too.  I bet she's as beautiful as I imagine her to be.  Tracy knows what I like, I can't imagine she'd pick anything less than I'm used too.

"Fair point, Gian.  And it's Ma'am here, do you need to be reminded of what happens when the rules are broken?"

"No Ma'am.  I remember and it won't happen again."

"Good boy.  Now, let's discuss the Goddess shall we?  You've had two experiences so far, I want to know what you're thinking?"

I sat silently as I stare into my glass, contemplative of the past few hours.  Taking a large swig of my drink, I look back up to her before clearing my throat.

"You've trained her well, Ma'am.  I enjoy her very much."

"I'm sensing hesitation from you, Gian, this isn't like you.  Tell me what's holding you back from a commitment with our little Goddess?"

"My hesitation isn't a reflection of the Goddess.  I met a woman, well I have known her awhile now but now I feel like I am only just seeing her.  Something changed, with her, maybe with me.  I have no clue, but I'm obsessed.  I want her." Well shit, that's the first time I've all that out loud.  I sound like a woman.

"Okay, so this woman, she's not just a sexual conquest to you is she?"

"No, not this time, Ma'am.  I can't explain it, but I think I might actually like this one."

"Well, Gian.  I will admit, I never thought I'd see a day where you may have said that.  I can understand why that makes this difficult though.  Before this woman, you were all in for a contracted agreement.  The presence of another woman will definitely alter that situation."

I grunted into my tumbler, drinking the last of the amber liquid in one large swallow.  I need to sort this out, I need to get to the bottom of this as soon as I can cause it's fucking with my head.

"Let me ask you something, Gian, if this woman wasn't in the picture, what would your decision be in regards to the Goddess?  We have tried you out with several Dommes in the past, none of which were what you wanted.  How has this particular Goddess been?"

"She's perfect, it has been fucking incredible.  I'm dying to see her, to taste her.  You have seriously outdone yourself, Ma'am."

I look at Ma'am to see a wide smirk on her face, pleased as punch with her latest prodigy.

"I knew it.  I knew she was going to be the perfect match for you.  You know the drill though Gian, this is YOUR rule.  You want more, you will need to secure a contract between you both.  I will be catching up with her this week to get an update, see where her thoughts are also.  BUT, you need to decide what you want.  I will need to introduce her to alternative sub-options soon."

"Jesus, Ma'am.  Don't do that. Shit, how long have I got?"  I have never been one to work to a deadline, but finding a decent domme to connect with has been difficult, to say the least.  I don't want to give her up until I know where I stand with Rosalind.

"Gian, I can't keep giving you special treatment, love.  This is the last time, but from then on you better believe that you will be expected to follow standard protocol.  I'll give you two weeks.  Make a decision, this one won't be available long if you don't."

I nod politely, standing from where I sat.  As I make my exit, Ma'am adds one final remark.

"Gian, lei è bella," I bloody knew it.  (translates - she is beautiful)

Return to current time -

I hesitate to open the text, more than slightly worried that she has found a more readily available Sub for the Goddess.  Taking a deep breath, I prepare for the possible eventuality that is my bad luck.

"Just a quick update.  The Goddess will be meeting with me later this week, however, has agreed to the two-week terms to allow you time to sort your 'feelings' out.  Ma'am x"

I message her back quickly to confirm receipt, then get back to business.

Rosalind's POV

It's 12.35 pm when we're seated at our reserved table.  Gian hasn't spoken yet, has mostly been inspecting every angle of the restaurant.

"Is something wrong, Gian?"

He twists his head back to look at me and smile, his obvious pleasure in hearing me use his actual name without needing correction first.

"Not at all, Rosalind.  I am just surprised I have never been here.  I mean it's an Italian restaurant and I've never heard of it?" He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, resulting in instant moisture on my panties.  Holy fuck that's a smile worth dying for.  Oh relax, Rose, he's your boss.  Keep your wet panties on.

"I'm not at all surprised though, if I am honest with you.  This is a lower budget restaurant,  not really in the part of town you most often dine in.  They make the best pasta I have ever had and you did say I could choose."

"Best Pasta, huh.  That is a bold statement to make love, I think I'll be the judge of that."

As the waiter poured our drinks, Gian inspected the menu like a hawk.  I decided to go ahead and order my favorite dishes as well as a share plate of breads, oils and various dips.  Gian finally added his selection to the order and we were left alone.

"Shall we get to business?' I ask, reaching for my notepad.

"No, let's just enjoy lunch first. I think we earned it." He grinned again and I swear I almost slid off my seat I was so wet.  God, I thought after the weekend's escapades I would be more in control of my urges.  I feel like something shifted between us though, he's friendly and attentive.  I am noticing things about him I hadn't before.  The dimples, the perfect teeth.... the way that overpriced suit stretches around each and every one of his glorious muscles.

"Well the service here is great, we shouldn't be waiting too long."

"What's the hurry, are you hungry?" He asked, a smirk resting on his lips.

"Oh god, like you wouldn't believe.  Seriously, I'd eat anything at this point."

I watched as the smirk slid from his face, a slightly more shocked expression left in its place.  After what felt like an eternity, but was only a couple of minutes, Gian burst into a loud, deep rumbling laughter.  I'm left baffled by his reaction but enjoying the beautiful sound that is his laughter.  How is it that in all these years I have never had the pleasure of hearing this sound and now all of a sudden it's becoming regular?

"What?" I ask, a little annoyed that I'm in the dark on whatever was so funny.

"Rosalind," he choked out, desperately trying to calm his laughter, "you really should be more careful with what you say, especially to a man."

"Jesus Gian, spit it out already.  What the hell did I .... oh wait, shit." As the reality of my previous comment dawns on me, I start praying for the ground to open up and swallow me.  Did I seriously just say that? And to my boss no less.  Like he will ever take me seriously now.

"Chill, Rosalind.  It's fine.  Bloody funny but fine," he grinned, finally in control of hysterics.

"I can't believe I just said that!" I exclaim, finally relaxing into a gentle laugh.  I was actually pretty surprised by how relaxed I was feeling around Gian.  There was this calming, familiar presence I get from him, I'm sure as a result of having worked so closely with him for the past four years.

"Ha, neither can I.  You really are something, Miss Bennett.." he winked, a subtle indication that he'd used my title instead of my name on purpose.

"I certainly try my best, Mr. Costello," I giggle back.

Our meals were delivered a short time later, dulling the conversation to make way for satisfied silence.  I was aware how much more this business lunch had turned towards being a lunch date, not that I was going to acknowledge it.  I'd made my position clear last week, a fact he couldn't be lost on.  Basic details have not changed, he is still very much my boss.  He is widely renowned for his playboy habits.  Neither of these things plays to my desires yet today I am finding my body responding to him in a way it never has before.

After lunch, which Gian admitted was 'delizioso', we had the table cleared, a perk of being a powerful CEO I guess, then laid out some of the plans we needed to lock into place for the launch party.  I've never had quite this level of involvement with the planning and decisions so I felt completely invested and incredibly honored.  Gian brushes his arm, a leg, even sometimes a stray hand against me.  I do my best to ignore it and keep it professional, but my aching needy body is betraying me with every passing second. 

I consider excusing myself to go to the bathroom to freshen up, but every time I do, my cheeks flush and I hold back, a constant reminder of our bathroom break history replaying in my head. After hours at the restaurant, we finally make our back to the office.  I am completely shocked to learn that it's well past six pm and my shift had long since finished.  How had we worked on through the afternoon and into the evening without even noticing the passing of time?

As I leave I make a mental note that I'll be needing clean panties before I head to dinner with the girls.  I also flick a quick message through to Ma'am to see if she can get me another session booked, clearly, I'm still horny as hell and I can't risk getting anything started with Gian.  No, she can book my fantastic sub and hope he agrees to a contract this time.

Yup, I need another playtime.  That's the best option all round.