Chapter 14

"Super G…"

"Superior Genies."

"So, the Super G doesn't stand for Super Gio?" She asked while staring at him with a slight smile. She was flirting a little—but also safely so that if it turned out badly, she could quickly retreat.

His eyes locked onto hers as if he had picked up what she was throwing down.

"I've been called Super G…but that is outside of my professional duties. Now," he slapped his hands together until they made a soft clap. "I am going to heat up your dinner. Please feel free to change into something comfortable. Will you prefer to be served on the terrace or in the dining room? Or, is your preference to be served in the bedroom?"

Wetness seemed to rush to Sidney's nether regions. She stared into his unflinching amber eyes but then slowly looked down. She was too much of a novice to play this game with someone like him. His innocent, yet sexy double entendre could have several meanings, but the question is could she really take him up on it if he was actually offering her an invitation?

Yes. Yes, she would but she wasn't truly a rich girl and she would not be able to afford the…other services that he might offer.

"The terrace sounds nice."

He nodded innocently and then turned and disappeared as she stared after him. Why did his butt look even better? Dayum, that was one fine man. She had never entertained the thought of paying someone for sex…until now. She went upstairs to change.

Gio's dick was so hard that he needed the time in the kitchen to calm down. What in the hell had he been thinking? He had never in his life come on to a guest like that before. She just did not know how sexy she looked rushing into the suite with her hair mussed and her make-up gone. She was just as beautiful, if not more than when she was perfectly made up.

He wanted to fuck her right then and there—tired as he was, he no longer wanted to leave. He wanted to look at the way her hips swayed when she walked and to stare at the way the many levels of browns and blacks colored her deep dark skin. He wanted to inhale the fragrance of her day; the sweat from dancing, the scent of the massage oils used by the masseuse, the hint of alcohol that she might have drank.

He turned on the stove in order to heat up her meal because his dick was not going down. He retrieved the fanciest dishes and carried them to the balcony.

"Assistant, turn on soft lights." He spoke to the virtual speaker system. "Softer," he commanded. Once the area was lit to his satisfaction, he expertly laid out a formal place setting, beginning with the appetizer course.

"Assistant, play soft, contemporary guitar music. No vocals."

"Shuffling, soft contemporary music with no vocals," the gentle, female, synthesized voice replied.

Gio returned to the kitchen to plate the salad and place the warm bread into a basket. The butter was perfect as he had left it sitting on the counter. By this time his dick was at half-mast. He was in his element. He liked making things perfect.

Sidney had slipped on a silk kimono robe and fur slippers. When she checked herself in the mirror she nearly screeched. Her make-up was a mess! She didn't have time to do a full make-up job but she at leased applied some powder and touched up her lip-gloss. She pulled her loose curls back with a clip and then hurried down the stairs, feeling a bit giddy even though she knew she shouldn't. Gio was the butler, not her man. And yet, she couldn't help anticipating the looks he gave her, the way his amber eyes swept her body or face in approval.

Once outside she was met by the soft sounds of guitar. The balcony was lined with small, soft lights. It was like the rooftop of an exclusive New York apartment in some romance movie. She had to stop in her tracks just so that she could absorb all that she saw.

Gio stood by a table that was covered by a pristine white tablecloth. His posture was straight and formal, but once she stepped onto the balcony she saw that his eyes were locked onto her.

"Oh my God…this is simply beautiful," she said softly. She moved to sit down and Gio quickly moved her chair for her to sit.

"Wine, madam?"

"Sparkling water, please." She replied and he moved to a nearby pushcart and retrieved a bottle of sparkling water sitting in a container of ice. He poured it into the wine glass and then placed a perfectly decorated salad in front of her along with a selection of small covered crystal containers containing dressing, each of which he named in his low accented English.

When she selected the ranch dressing he moved to lift the serving spoon before she could and then drizzled the dressing on the salad.

"Enough?" he asked.

"Yes, that's good."

She was happy that he didn't stay to watch her eat. She finished her salad with gusto while enjoying the ocean breeze and the darkened ripples of the ocean.

Gio returned and whisked away her salad plate. He placed before her a dish covered by a metal dome. With an expert flourish, he removed the dome to reveal two small grilled fish, risotto and roasted vegetables in a balsamic vinegar reduction.

"Enjoy."

She thanked him and the moment he left she picked up her fork and dug in. Surprisingly it wasn't ruined due to being reheated. Before she was finished Gio returned and refreshed her water.

"Is everything to your liking?" he asked.

All she could do was nod happily. He retreated and when he returned he carried a covered dish. After straightening up her place setting and brushing away any crumbs, he presented her with a fruit tart.

"Coffee, madam?" He asked.

"No, I'll be awake all night. What time do we reach Palma de...?"

"Palma de Mallorca. We will dock at approximately nine a.m. Your excursion is scheduled shortly before noon."

"And, uh…you're going to be there?" She asked trying to sound casual while cutting her fork into the pastry.

"I'm not scheduled on this one."

"Oh. Okay," she smiled. "I should get some sleep then." She pushed back her unfinished desert. "I'm full, but everything was so good."

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. I'll be sure to notify the chef." He began to remove the dishes. "What time would you like to have breakfast?"

"I think I'll have breakfast at nine. That way I'll have time to get in the Jacuzzi."

"Excellent," he said. "Have a good night, madam. I'll see you in the morning."

She stood knowing that she was being dismissed so that he could complete his clean up, and she certainly didn't like knowing that she had added to his work.

"Good night, Gio. See you in the morning." She went inside and got ready for bed. She heard the door close at close to midnight and decided that even though Gio did this for a living, she would always be conscious of what he did for her.