Italian Piano Ch. 01

He's an asshole, she thought as he continued to woo the female crowd. Isabelle couldn't deny he had a sexy voice that matched his good looks. He was the definition of tall dark and handsome with his Italian features and short cut black as coal hair. His body was a rock solid swimmer's build with strong arms. The most striking thing about him was his dark hooded eyes. Once a woman got hooked with his eyes then his sultry voice, it was all over, panties dropped. Well, that was every woman but Isabelle. All these women saw was the charming guitar playing sultry singing Italian man; they didn't see the egotistical sex addict she saw.

Marco Trevino, just the name alone made women melt. Isabelle was surprised to have the amazing opportunity from a local upcoming artist like him. His music already gets played on the radio and he plays at different places, so it was just a matter of time before he's launched into stardom, but he already acts as If he was the next best thing since Robin Thicke.

"F'ing maniac." Isabelle said to herself as one of the women in the crowd threw to him what looked like her underwear, "Disgusting." She scoffed.

"A genius, isn't he?" she turned at the intruding voice instantly recognizing Matt, his manager.

"I suppose." She said rolling his eyes.

"It's only a matter of time before a major label signs him." He said with dollar signs in his eyes, then he mummed something in Italian.

Isabelle shook her head; sometimes everyone forget that she's the only non-Italian person on the payroll. Matt looked over at Isabelle as if waiting for her response but she just looked at him like she had no clue what he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry mia bambina. As long as you've been with us, you might as well be Italiana."

"Only in darker skin." She corrected.

"I was just saying how the crowd is loving this performance and he's giving it to them."

"Lucky them." She said sarcastically.

"So, how's everything looking for our next stop?" he asked quickly changing the subject.

She never been so happy to talk about work, "Yes, I got the suite booked as per his highness and the club confirmed they got all my stage and lightening directions. They seem to be excited about him coming."

"Well, it's not just him; some execs from DG Records are going to be there to check him out."

They both turned as the crowd went wild as he kissed in their direction. Oh great, here he comes. Matt welcomed him with open arms as they both started spewing off in Italian. He threw a quick glance towards Isabelle.

"So, how was it Izzy?" he asked not caring about her opinion.

She hated when he called her Izzy. She was sure he called her that to annoy her. She just swallowed her growing frustration and smiled.

"It was the usual."

"Anything more you want to add?" he pushed.

"Well, no." she quickly said.

He stared at her and she challenged his stare. She wasn't about to bow down like these simple minded girls, no matter how his sexy eyes make her knees buckle. He just flashed that cocky smile and turned his focus back to Matt.

"So, how's Austin looking?" he asked.

"Well, it's..."Isabelle started.

"I was talking to Matt, Izzy." Marco cut her off making her mouth drop at his sudden ruddiness.

Her face instantly heated in anger. Breath, count to 10 she reminded herself. She couldn't lose this job for murdering someone; although, it was tempting.

"Isabelle said everything is good. They know what to do with the stage and the execs from the label will be there."

"Excellent, we're finally going to have all our hard work pay off. Then the real work can begin."

"Come on, you're like the Italian Robin Thicke; people will be eating out of your hands."

"Sure they will." Isabelle sighed and as if on cue two barely dressed women came up to them.

"Oh, Marco it is you." One blurted while the other one just smiled like an idiot.

"Si signores, I am him." He said the words oozing past his lips.

The blonde shivered, "We love your music. We wanted to ask you some questions about it, privately."

Isabelle just rolled her eyes and walked off. She knew where this was going and frankly she didn't want to see this debacle. Besides him being an arrogance prick, she couldn't understand why she had such animosity towards him. He was a man that was loyal to his craft, but he was also loyal to sleeping with as many women as possible. She heard more than once how women would talk about his body, his tongue, and cock. She heard it so many times that she's had caught herself looking down at his crotch curiously on more than one occasion. This was annoying as crap.

Later that night, Isabelle was just finishing up some paperwork when she was interrupted by the soft sounds of a piano. She should ignore it, but the sexy melody peaked her interest. She followed the tone till she saw him on the stage in front of the piano. Marco sat there with his eyes shut strumming through the keys carelessly as if he was the only one there. She never heard this song before. It was so different than his other works, especially since he mostly plays the guitar. This had more heart in it. Isabelle couldn't help but move closer to the piano. The melody caressed her body like a callous hand of a lover touching her for the first time.

As soon as she touched the piano, his eyes flew open and he stopped, "Didn't think anyone was in here." He smiled.

"I didn't either. I was just finishing up some work."

"You working this late, Izzy? Is this on my dime?" he smiled again and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You're not paying extra or anything. I just enjoy what I do."

"Bene, I enjoy what I do too and I must say we both do a few good job of it." Wow a compliment, even though, he complimented himself in the process, "Izzy, what's your problem with me?"

The question threw her off slightly, but she quickly recovered, "Well, first off, my name isn't Izzy; it's Isabelle."

"I know that."

"Yet, you insist on calling me that. Not only that you sleep around with all these women."

"I didn't know you were so concerned with who I slept with. I didn't know I slept with a lot of women."

"Don't play dumb. I see how women come and disappear with you."

He scratched his jaw, "Well, I don't recall sleeping with all of them. Call me crazy la bellissima but it sounds like you're jealous."

Isabelle's jaw dropped, "You're crazy."

She was about to walk off but was instantly halted when his hand wrapped around her wrist. Her body instantly came on high alert. The heat rushed throughout her body and the electricity nearly made her collapse right there on the stage.

"I don't think I'm that crazy." He smiled.

She tried to deny the way his touch sent fireworks through every single cell of her body. His other hand grasped her arm pulling her close to him. She bit down on her bottom lip now confused about what she was feeling. Isabelle knew she should turn away. Her mind screamed for her to snatch her hand away and leave, but her legs weren't getting the message. She was too caught up in the look in his eyes. It was hypnotic yet there was some pleading there.

He looked down at her hands turning her palm up. He placed a gently yet fiery kiss on the inside of her palm. How can that much fire be in such a chaste kiss? Isabelle bit down on her bottom lips nearly drawing blood. Why was he doing this? What did he want to prove? That she was just another simple minded girl he always seemed to catch? With what little resistance she could muster, Isabelle pulled her hand away.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but that's quite enough." She tried to put as much authority in her voice, but it still trembled.

She was about to walk off but was quickly snatched back against a hard wall. She looked up and found herself in his arms.

"You're so beautiful when you're upset."

Beautiful? A word he never really used to describe her. A word she hardly hears. He pulled her closer to his hot body. All reason left her mind. She couldn't pull herself away. It felt too good. His hazel eyes raked over her body drinking her in. It honestly made her feel so sexy.

He leaned closer to her face. She knew he was going to kiss her and she was surprised that she wanted it. She stuck her chin out preparing herself but he didn't kiss her. He moved to her neck placing a light kiss on it. She nearly jumped out her skin. The kisses turned into small licks which only made her press her body closer to his. He moved to the other side of her neck. She felt like she was ready to fall but he held her tight to him to steady her. What was going on? She didn't know and she didn't care. This felt too good. She didn't even realize that he moved closer to the piano. She instantly started fantasizing about what it was like to kiss his full lips.

"Mia cara, I'm going to kiss you."

All Isabelle could do was blink and nod. He lifted her off feet to sit her on the piano. Um, why was she on the piano? He sat on the bench and Isabelle was still waiting on her kiss. He reached under her skirt and she jumped ready to leap off the thing. He held her there with his coy smile. She suddenly couldn't find her voice but she just kept looking at him, her body quivering with anticipation. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she felt something sliding down her leg. She looked down and saw that he had her underwear in his hands. Wait! What the hell?

"Um, I thought you were going to kiss me?"

"I am cara. I'm going to give you a slow, lengthy kiss." He said slowly lifting her skirt up a little further.

She felt her juices leak on her skirt and her breath came out in short pants. Her nipples harden to little pebbles the longer she looked down at him. Her fingers clutched to the edge of the piano as he moved in closer. She watched as his head disappeared under her long skirt which made it made her finally put it together what he meant and she wasn't going to stop it. She felt his finger graze her drenched slit and her body clenched in response. He was happy to see her completely waxed clean. There was nothing he liked more. He placed a lite kiss on her nether lips and her hips instantly bucked against his mouth. Her back arched in response as his tongue grazed over slit. She tasted so sweet, just as he imagined. Her thighs quivered as his tongue dove deeper inside her. It's been so long since she been satisfied this way. Since she's been working so much, she hasn't had time for dating or sex for that matter. Now here she was with the sexy Latin singer between her legs licking her. She moved her hips against his tongue. He didn't mind one bit because he wanted to get her juices on his face. Her smell and taste was so intoxicating that it felt himself harden in his pants; something that hardly ever happens.

Her arms couldn't hold her up any longer and she collapsed on the piano. He grabbed a hold of her thighs as his tongue circled around her harden nub. He wanted to make sure that he got his fill of her for tonight. He seen her walk around for a while not giving him a second glance, but it wasn't just that, that caught his eyes. She's a beautiful determined woman that worked hard. He especially like to catch glimpses of her smiling. He knew she didn't care too much for him, but he was more than interested in her.

Her back arched off the piano as she his tongue slowly vibrate inside her, "Oh my goodness. Oh Marco!" she moaned.

Her thighs tightened around his head as she felt a spiral of emotions fill her. It was like a flash of colors in her eyes, something that built from the tips of her toes all the way to her head. Her body quaked in his arms as she finally got her release. He could only imagine what she looked like cumming but she sounded so sexy. He licked the remaining juices as the tremors slowly calmed. He reluctantly pulled pressing a last kiss on the inside of her thigh. Isabelle pulled her heavy body up on her forearms staring at him as she was ready to eat him alive.

"That was a very nice kiss; looking for plenty more, mia cara." He said taking her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it, "See you in Austin."

He walked off leaving her alone with the rest of her thoughts. Did she really just allow that to happen? Did she really want more from him? How was she going to face him at work now after tonight and did he just take her underwear?