Seconds into the rigorous display in front of him, Luciano discovered he was bored and uninterested.
"Stop," he said to Andrea but she was too far gone to even care about his words now.
All she could think about was getting off to a man like Luciano watching her.
He planted his cheeks on his palm, as he stared blankly at her.
His mind began to conjure up an image halfway into her performance.
That image only just pissed him clean off, and wore his patience thin.
Rising to his feet, he began walking to the door.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a moaning voice.
Without responding, he walked out of the room.
The first guard he saw, he stopped him.
"Go to my office in exactly five minutes, and escort the lady in there out."
"SìCarpo."
He continued walking, into the halls of Neravalle and then straight to the parking lot.
A key was handed to him by the guy that watched over the cars, and he hopped in.
That image continued to haunt him, propelling him to speed up.
