Page 17 of Powerful Deception

My shoulders relax a bit as he continues to use the name Amato and not anything else. He doesn’t know who I am. I’m taking that as a good thing.

There is also something about his voice that has me relaxing into the couch even more.

“That is something I understand very well, sir.” I try to give him a smile but I’m not sure if it comes out as a friendly one.

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-four, sir.” I say and I get a nod in return.

“And are you okay with working late nights?” His face shows no emotion, as if he is sick and tired of all these questions at this point.

I nod. “Yes, I am very okay with working late. However late you need me, I will be there.” I say as if I’m dedicated to any job that this man offers me.

I will be, just as long as I get the information I want in the process and see him get brought down.

He gives me a nod, before taking his drink in his hand once again and taking a sip.

“Then should we talk about your qualifications?” He says, his rough enunciation causing a shiver to roll through my body.

“Yes, of course.”

This is the portion of the interview where the outfit I chose comes to play. This is a strip club after all.

I mentally prepared for this part. I just should have mentally prepared for only him and I in the room and not more people.

I give Rosetti my full attention, not once taking my eyes off his as I stand up to full height.

A dark eyebrow lifts up in question, but I continue with my motions.

Placing a hand on my strap, I lower it in the most seductive way I can.

Once the strap of my dress, that is a scoop neck, is at the top of my breast, I move to the next one, never taking my eyes off the man in front of me.

I don’t know if he likes what he sees, because his face shows no emotion.

So, once I lower the second strap, I pull the top of the dress down to reveal my full bare breast.

This is what causes a reaction.

First, it’s the glass that gets slammed against the table, then it’s Rosetti standing from his seat and then it’s the yelling.

“What the actual fuck do you think you are doing?!”

5

When Miss Ari Amato walked into my office, I thought my eyes were playing a cruel joke on me.

Or should I say when Arianna Vitale walked in?

Why she used a fake name is beyond me.

I may be a recluse but did this woman really think that I wouldn’t know who the fuck she was the second she walked into my office?

Given who her father was, given my relationship with him, of course I knew. I’ve known her name and seen countless pictures since I met her father almost twenty years ago. She’s not as forgettable to me as she may be to others.

The world must have wanted to torture me having Joseph Vitale’s daughter within a few feet from me. Having her nor only in my club but in my personal space. Seeing her walk was like punishment for each and every sin that I have ever done in my life.

Why was Joseph Vitale’s daughter in my office at the moment? I have no fucking idea. From what I know she had no clue about my dealings with her father but maybe her old man’s death is causing her to dig into the life he lived these last few years. I wouldn’t put it past her. From what he told me of her, she’s a very smart girl.