Biting her lip, she looked at Amanda who was still talking about her choreography, more excited than anyone she had ever met in her life. You could see that she worked in this club because she was truly passionate about pole dancing. Money played no role in it. The way she talked about the details and the moves was admirable.
Inéz always loved people who had some kind of passion. Even if she didn’t know much about it, or cared at all, she loved listening to them blab. To see their faces light up at the mere thought of their hobby was satisfying. Such people automatically became more interesting for her then.
She smiled slightly. "Gracias."
"Oh, wait. You’re Spanish?" she asked, frowning. Inéz only nodded.
This was the part of her history that hadn’t changed, although Noah believed it should have been. People could easily connect the dots when they found out about Drew and Isaac joining the Famiglia.There were, after all, twins in their circle of friends back in Seattle. For someone who knew that it could seem suspicious that those two had agreed to become part of the mafia and Falcone had let the other two go somehow. However, it wasn’t that easy to just change her nationality. She looked Spanish with her dusky complexion. Maybe people could buy Italian or Portuguese, or even Greek judging by her appearance. The problem was that she didn’t speak any of those languages. Moreover, Inéz sometimes inserted Spanish words while talking to people because she was used to doing it. Years of living in the United States hadn’t changed that.
"Gastone wants me to go to his office," she changed the topic. After what Amanda had told her, she was even more scared to interact with the man. What could she possibly offer him other than sex that would make him lower his guard? Was there even something? "Any advice?"
Amanda sighed. "Yes, let me talk to Elio."
"No," she shook her head. That wasn’t an option. She couldn’t be sure that any of the twins wasn’t just as informed of their father’s illicit affairs as Gastone himself. It could be a huge mistake.
"Just don’t be too innocent in front of him. Act as if you’re one of many girls he meets. Then maybe he won’t be that eager to do anything."
That was her only way out. Inéz couldn’t improvise well but she had nothing else to do than try to come up with something, anything, that would get Gastone off her back without ruining her task at hand.
Standing in front of the office doors, she took one last deep breath, praying to God that it wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined. Knocking quietly, she heard a low voice that invited her in. Stepping over the threshold she spotted Gastone sitting by his desk with Alberto looking at some papers. Their heads moved up towards the girl and the owner smirked, dismissing his soldier, saying that he didn’t want any interruptions. Suffice it to say, that didn’t sound too good for the girl.
As Alberto left, giving her one last infuriated look, Gastone got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He pointed at the table where a whiskey bottle lay. ”Do you fancy a drink?” he asked but before she could answer, he had already poured alcohol into two glasses and was holding one out towards her.
She hesitantly looked at it. Would it be easier if she just drank a little? But then again, how much would she actually have to drink to be ok with what her boss had it mind? There wasn’t enough whiskey in this world for that. Or any other type of alcohol. It was just completely wrong.
Gastone zeroed in on her, his smirk widening. "Ahh yes, Elio mentioned something about you not drinking," he said. "You are old enough, sweetheart. So I don’t understand your aversion."
She wasn’t yet. But he didn’t need to know that.
Inéz bit her lower lip. Should she lie, or for once tell the truth? Never before had she thought someone would ask her, so she hadn’t gone over this with Noah. And she didn’t want her Capoto know either.
"I just hate the taste," she settled for a lie. He didn’t deserve the truth.
"Then maybe you want something else? A cocktail perhaps?" he walked closer to her, but since Inéz hadn’t moved from her spot near the door, she didn’t have room to back away.
Mierda.
She shook her head. "No, thank you."
Gastone shrugged, downing the whole glass at once. "Suit yourself."
Inéz stood there waiting for the man to say something that had nothing to do with alcohol. She most certainly hadn’t come there so he would try to persuade her into drinking. It wouldn’t happen even if he was to torture her.
He sat down on the couch and pulled the girl by the hand to do the same. With his strong grip, her body couldn’t resist and fell down right next to the man. She could smell his breath and knew immediately that he was already tipsy. Not drunk yet, but not far from it either. The second bad sign.
His face moved to her ear. Gastone was breaking all the limits of her comfort zone and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. "You danced perfectly. Who would have guessed that you could move like that?" he whispered, lightly biting her ear lobe. His rough palm settled on her naked thigh. Inéz regretted not getting dressed before coming here. She was still in her one piece. However, she was supposed to work for a few more hours and couldn’t do it in her everyday clothes.
There was a knock on the door and Inéz drew back at once. She was glad that someone decided to interrupt after all. Gastone grunted, clearly furious. Alberto came into the office.
"We have a problem."
"Then handle it, I’m busy. I’m fucking paying you for something, am I not?" Alberto shook his head. "It requires your presence, Gastone," he
