Page 52 of Bella Rosa
Matteo
Myrestaurantisamadhouse. People are running around everywhere. There's a few people setting up tables around the edges of the room. A few others are hanging decorations along the walls. I'm trying like hell to make sure no one breaks anything.
Luca is going to lose his shit when he sees the fuss everyone is making over his birthday. If it was up to him, it would be a few close friends having dinner or something. His mom insisted we go all out since this is his first year of training. The next year and a half will be very busy.
I turn when I hear Rosa's voice. She must have just walked out of the kitchen. She's already dressed for the party tonight. Her short dark blue dress fits tightly against her beautiful body. Her hair flowing in loose curls down her back.
One of my employees brings a stack of boxes of desserts out of the kitchen and sets them on the table in front of Rosa. She quickly begins emptying the boxes of their contents and placing the various desserts that Juli made on serving trays and displays. I could sit and watch her work all night. Her confidence is shining throughout the room.
I never thought I would enjoy having someone to work with, someone I can depend on like this. We continue moving around the room as a team, filling in where the other cannot. I watch as she works her magic on the center pieces. I work through the plan for the evening for the final time with my employees.
I walk back into the kitchen to find Rosa in my dad's office laughing so hard her face is bright red. She's standing in the middle of the small room looking at the wall of photos. I stop for a moment, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. My dad places a photo back on the wall and points at another slightly farther up. "This one was from our fishing trip the summer before he went to high school."
She steps closer to the photo. I can tell she's smiling. "He looks so handsome."
My dad puts his hands in his pockets and laughs. "And stubborn too. He would not stop until he caught this big bass he swore he had seen go under the rock that morning. Turns out that was a record breaking fish in that camp ground." He shakes his head. "I never doubted him for a second. So many other campers told him to give it up. We sat there for over eight hours that day. Everyone begged him to keep the bass, but he let it go."
I feel a smile form on my face as I think back on the memory. The sacrifices my dad made to give me the best childhood did not go unnoticed. We didn't have the nicest vacations, but they were filled with the best memories.
Rosa steps forward and picks up a picture frame that is sitting on dad's desk. "What about this one?"
I know what photo it is just by looking at the frame. My dad sighs and takes the photo from her. He rubs his thumb across the glass to push the dust away. "This one is my favorite. This was the first time I saw him smile after we moved back here. He decided he wanted to make dinner for us after I got home from work. He worked for hours on that ribollita soup." He laughs. "It was the worst soup I've ever had."
I smile. That was the first dish I ever made on my own. I had found an old cookbook in the kitchen. I tried to pick the easiest meal I could to fix us that night.
My dad hands Rosa the photo once more. Rosa runs her fingers along the frame’s edge. "His ribollita has improved since then."
My dad just laughs. "It sure has."
My smile only grows. Of course she would remember what we fixed for our first date. She sets the photo back down on my dad's desk. "Thank you for showing me all your photos. They are lovely."
My dad pulls Rosa in for a hug. "Anytime, my dear." He looks over her shoulder to smile at me.
I leave them alone and retreat to my office with a smile on my face. A few moments later I hear a small knock on my door. I turn in my chair to face the door. "Come in."
The door cracks open and Rosa walks in. "Can you help me with something?"
I stand and reach out for her. "Anything." She accepts my hand. I trail my hand up her arm until I reach her neck.
She spins so her back is facing me and gathers her hair to one side, exposing a red patch of skin on the back of her neck. "The hem tag of this dress is killing me. Do you think you can cut it out for me?"
I turn to look at my desk, hoping to find something to help me cut the tag. "I mostly work with digital papers, so I don't have any scissors in here."
She digs in her bag to produce some small nail clippers. She hands them to me over her shoulder. "Will these work?"
I take them from her and inspect them. "Probably. Hold still."
I slowly start unzipping her dress to reveal more of the red patch. The rest of her beautiful skin is flawless. It takes me a moment to work the tag free of the stitching. I run my thumb over where the tag originated to find a smooth surface.
When I'm finished I run the palm of my hand down the uninjured part of her back. Chill bumps follow in my wake. I follow the curve of her ribs until my palm is resting on her stomach under her dress. She releases a shuddered breath as I work my way up to find her bare breasts. I gently roll one nipple between my index finger and thumb. I feel my cock go rock hard in my suit pants, the zipper cutting into me. I release her breast and move my hand up to slide one of her straps off her shoulder. I run my nose along the side of her neck. She leans her head to the side to give me better access.
She leans forward to lock the door before she spins around in my arms. Her other dress strap falls from the movement, her chest on full display. I lean forward and kiss her slowly. "You'll have to be quiet, Rosa."
She nods her head as I kiss her again, this time more powerful, hungry. I reach between her legs to find her soaked thong. Groaning, I push the fabric to the side and stroke her. I hold her up as her knees buckle. I spin her in my arms and push her down on my desk. I push her thong down her legs and free myself from my pants. My cock throbs in my hand at the sight of her laid out below me.
I run my throbbing head through her wet folds and groan as I slowly enter her. She lays her cheek down on my desk and squirms. A small moan escapes her. I push her hair out of her face and bend down to whisper in her ear. "Be quiet now, Rosa. Those moans are just for me." She reaches up and puts her hand over her mouth as I begin to move. "Good girl."
My rhythm builds as she squeezes me. Music starts in the main room, but I still fight to keep myself quiet. We find our release together. Panting and exhausted, we catch our breath before I pull out of her and grab a tissue from my desk to clean myself up. I pull her to me with one hand and kiss her. When we pull away I run my thumb across her cheek. "I'm glad you're here, Rosa."
