Red Hot Affairs: The Billionaire's Pimp

Seducing The Seductress

Tonight was another night. Serafina was fully loaded. After a smooth operation last night, she had hopes that tonight was going to be the same. 

Three years. That was when she had to work for Drake to get a work permit. This was a year already, and she had two years left. She couldn't wait for it to be over so she could work legally. This job was starting to drain me physically and mentally.

She hated that her parents had left her to figure her life out after they had led a dangerous life. One she had no idea about! She was a fugitive right now. She was running from her enemies into another country that didn't want her.

"You look unusual tonight," The bartender said as he came to stand before her. "Sexy but off. Something wrong?"

She grabbed the drink he pushed before her and sipped before lighting her cigarette. "Just thinking about life, you know? It's a harsh world out here."

The bartender nodded. "Is. But you're at the club, and that's where we all come to forget about the woes of life. Here, there is no problem. It's all in the outside world. So free up."

Serafina beamed at him, showing off her perfect dentition. "Thanks for the pep talk."

"Well, go find yourself an attractive man. They're a lot here tonight."

"I'll pass," She said with a laugh. She didn't come here to enjoy herself or to hook up with good-looking men. She was here for business. 

She picked up her phone and dialled Drake. "So, how's it going to be tonight?"

"If you had waited last night, I'd have told you that tonight was your night off," Drake said in an unpleasant voice. "No work today."

The call ended in her ears, and she groaned. She was used to this. Taking a break tonight felt strange to her. Well, she could do this on her own and take the proceeds after the operation.

But she had to find a target.

She grabbed her drink and slid out of the barstool, and just as she made to turn, she bumped into a hard body and reeled backwards from the impact. 

Strong fingers gripped her arm, holding her back from a fall, and the drink in her hand sloshed over the cup and crashed into her dress, dripping down her nearly bare breasts.

"Shit!" She cursed.

"I'm sorry. Didn't see you coming." A masculine voice came.

Serafina felt goosebumps rise in her skin. It had to be the most beautiful masculine voice she'd ever heard. There was a hint of Italian in his accent, and the combination was crazy. Mind-blowing.

She turned to see him towering over her at about six foot three. His jet-black hair was pulled to the back and tied into a low ponytail. Typical Mexican cowboy style. His jaw was clean-shaven, showing off his razor-sharp definition and his lips—those lips she imagined kissing.

God.

She had to shake this off her head. She was attracted to him in every way. Sexually mostly. And now, all she wanted to do tonight was get this man to fuck her.

This was the first time in a year she had felt this attracted to a man. His stormy grey eyes checked her out before he slipped into the barstool beside hers.

"I'd like to get this lady a drink. The one she was having before it stained her beautiful dress," The good-looking man said to the bartender, who nodded. 

Serafina swallowed as she contemplated returning to the barstool and spending time with this man. It would be a good thing to get laid finally.

So she slid back onto her stool and focused on cleaning the stain on her dress. She was glad it was a navy blue dress. The stain wasn't so visible.

"I'm sorry about your dress, though," The man said. "I feel bad for making a mess of it. It's so beautiful."

Serafina felt a blush creep up her neck. She turned away from him and took a drag from her cigarette. "It's fine. We didn't see each other."

"Giovanni." He said with an outstretched hand.

"Serafina." She slipped her hand into his, realizing how small it was against his. 

A brow shot up, and his accent thickened. "Italiano?"

"Yes."

"Damn. I see why now," His eyes raked down her body again. She was extremely beautiful. He had Italian features. He had wider hips than the average American woman, beautiful, lush hair, full lips he wanted wrapped around his cock as he thrust into her mouth and perfect olive skin. Hell, her breasts were popping out of her chest. He had to focus. He wasn't here for this tonight. "You're really beautiful."

"I'm sure you get told you're good-looking daily," Serafina flirted back. "I've seen five pairs of eyes look towards you in the last three minutes."

Giovanni laughed. "Are you trying to flatter me?"

"Flatter you?" She drew close and whispered into his ears. "I speak nothing but the truth."

Before she pulled away, she made sure her fingers grazed his arms and that her lips brushed the skin of his cheek. She noticed his fingers tighten around the glass he was holding. 

"Can I get you a drink?" She said after pulling away. "For being this good-looking?"

Giovanni laughed. "Alright. I think I'll accept that."

After calling out her order to the bartender, she turned back to him. "So, what are you doing here tonight? Running away from your problems like the rest of us?"

"I guess you could say that." He shrugged. The bartender handed the drink over to him. "So, tell me about you. I'm curious."

Serafina pushed her hair to the side. "Well, I am an accountant working for the World Bank."

"In Washington DC?" Giovanni asked with raised brows. 

Serafina laughed. "You're probably wondering what I am doing here."

"Exactly my thoughts."

"I'm pretty rich, so I flew here for the time of my life. I'm on a one-month leave and looking to travel to places of interest."

"And New York is the first?"

"Right," Senna nodded and gulped down her drink. For her to achieve this feat, she needed her tongue loose. A lot was running through her head. "Tell me what you do for a living?"

"Just a moment, please," Giovanni said and took out his phone. She watched him walk away from her as he spoke on the phone.

"Another drink!"

By the time he returned, she had gulped down three glasses. "You're back."

"Yes, I am."

"You know what?" She said as she slid out of her seat. He grabbed her when she nearly fell. "You keep saving me tonight."

"I guess I am destined to be your saving knight."

Smiling, she brought her hand to his face, rubbing her fingers on his skin. Her index rubbed his lower lip. "I want to know what's underneath your clothing."

"Oh," Giovanni replied with a smirk. "You're a bold one, aren't you?"

"And so are you. I like men that know what they want."

"You want to know what I want?" He whispered huskily against her ears as his fingers grazed her cleavage, lighting up a furnace in her.

She nodded and slid in between his legs. Her eyes rolled to the back when his fingers slipped through her dress and lodged between her thighs. She felt so alive, so womanly. 

"You." He muttered before descending his lips on hers in a hot, flaming kiss.