The Dictator (Banker 2)

“And why do you respect him so much?” I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Mr. Marino is a strong leader. He understands he needs to be tough to keep his power. He makes hard decisions others wouldn’t be able to make. But he’s also fair and generous. He can be any man you want him to be—depending on how you treat him.”

“If you work all the time, what do you do with your money?” I realized how rude the question was. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all.” He washed his hands then patted them dry with the towel. “Everything goes to my kids.”

“Oh, that’s sweet.”

“Yes. I’ve been divorced for about twenty years now. My kids are grown—both in college. One goes to school in America, and education isn’t free there.”

“I hear it’s pricey.”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “But it’s worth it. And I certainly don’t mind how I earn it.”

I smiled at him. “You know, you’re my favorite person here.”

His cheeks tinted, and he looked down at the floor. “My favorite person is Mr. Marino…but then again I have to say that.”

I chuckled. “We both know it’s me.”

He shrugged again, a guilty look on his face.

The sound of laughing came from the entryway. Two high-pitched sounds that were distinctly feminine echoed off the vaulted ceilings. “Oh my god, this place is huge.”

“Ooh,” another woman said. “We should do it on the stairs.”

Cato’s voice emerged a second later. “Wait until you see my room.”

“Ooh…” the first woman said.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

Giovanni looked awkward, like he wished he hadn’t heard it at all.

I marched into the entryway and found Cato heading up the stairs with a woman under each arm. After watching me touch myself with his come, he was supposed to come running to me, not find some skanks at a club.

I wanted to slap him so hard. “Cato.”

When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned around to look down at me from the third floor. He didn’t look apologetic whatsoever, as if my distress was exactly what he was looking for. It was a sick power play—because he had to be the one in charge. “Goodnight, Siena.” He guided his two dates down the hall to his bedroom.

I stood at the foot of the stairs and watched him disappear. When he was gone, I didn’t know what to do. I knew what would happen in that bedroom for the night. With two women to juggle, I would be the last thing on his mind.

He was trying to hurt me.

I walked to the third floor and entered my bedroom, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do. Asking him to stop wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t listen to my protests at all. And I had no right to interfere anyway.

But I still didn’t want it to happen.

An idea came to mind, a desperate attempt to prevent this nightmare. I stripped off all my clothes and marched down the hall buck naked. Giovanni or one of the other staff members might see, but that didn’t matter right now.

I marched to Cato’s door and was relieved to hear talking. I opened the door and invited myself inside.

Both women were naked and on the bed, while Cato stood in his boxers near the dresser. He’d just finished taking a sip of scotch from his glass. The blonde turned to me, her eyebrow rising and her bitchiness coming out full force. “Is she the maid or something?”

“If she is, she should put some clothes on,” the other said. “Because she’s dirty.”

Cato had to force the drink down his throat even though it seemed like he wanted to spit it out. He looked me up and down, admiring my nakedness. I was nervous, so my nipples were as hard as diamonds.

I placed both hands on my hips and marched toward him. “I want in.”

Cato gave me a blank look, all the muscles of his body tensing.

“Get rid of the blonde. I’ll take her place.”

“Excuse me?” the blonde hissed. “Who the hell—”

Cato interrupted her. “Catherine, leave.”

I hoped he wouldn’t be able to resist my offer. This was his ultimate fantasy, and watching me bend to his will turned him on. Not only was it sexy, but it gave him more power. He got off on it more than money.

Catherine looked appalled, but she pulled on her clothes and left without argument.

God, I was really gonna do this.

Be with another woman.

The other woman gave Cato a seductive look, playing nice now that she knew she could get kicked out too.

“Alright.” Cato pulled down his boxers and revealed his rock-hard cock. “Let’s do this.”

My heart was beating so fast.

“With pleasure.” The woman left the bed and walked up to him. Then she pressed her hands against his chest and kissed him.