Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Before I could even knock on Alex's office door, it swung open with Simone on the other side. My jaw dropped. She had obviously been crying and as she tried to step past me I grabbed her by her shoulders. "What's wrong? What happened?" Her lip quivered, her eyes downcast. "It doesn't matter," she whispered.

"The fuck if it doesn't," I snapped, glaring toward Alex. "What the fuck did you say to her?"

Alex sat behind his desk looking well and truly bored as usual. That is, until he noticed I was barely dressed, with a skimpy black bikini beneath my loose white sundress. His gaze raked across my body, lighting a fire in the green of his eyes that only got more heated when they spotted one of the hickies on my neck.

"Get your ass in here," Alex hissed. "Now."

I felt like flipping him off and saying fuck the whole thing. I wanted to stomp down the hallway back toward my room and pack all my shit just to see him go crazy, but I knew I had to play this right. I only had an hour after all. Turning back to a teary eyed Simone, I said, "We'll talk after. Okay?"

She nodded. "I'll be in my room packing."

Then she spun on her heels and fluttered down the hallway toward the service elevators. *Packing? Oh fuck no she's not.*

Stepping further into the office, I locked the door without being asked to and then stalked toward Alex. His feet were perched on the edge of his desk while he leaned back in his comfortable armchair, his muscular arms folded behind his head as he glared at my neck. I decided to push my luck, shoving his feet off the corner of the polished surface and roosting there myself, where my near bare ass could fog up the wood. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but I knew this gave him an uninterrupted view of my legs and call it what you want, but I needed every advantage I could get.

"Why the fuck is she packing, Alex?" I snarked.

"Because she is fired," Alex said blandly, his angry stare still pinned to my throat. "Maybe you should be as well."

I hiked up my eyebrows in feigned shock. "Do you promise?"

Jaw clenched angrily, he ripped his eyes away from my throat to sear across my chest. "Don't tempt me."

"In which way?" I taunted, crossing my legs toward him so that my bare feet rested on his knees. "She's not fired, Alex. She's my only friend and if you get rid of her, I will most certainly leave."

He chuckled darkly, lowering his arms to grip the arms of his chair as he studied my feet. "You really think you wield some kind of power now, don't you? Did fucking Mickey teach you that?"

My gaze traveled over the perfectly tanned skin of his bare forearms, where the sleeves of his five hundred dollar shirt were rolled up. The cut of his muscles and the bulging veins that boasted of his strength, pulsed and flexed as if they could feel me admiring them. "No," I said quietly, my eyes cutting toward the right, toward the seat of his desire and the unmistakably thick rod that packed against his zipper. "You did."

With a tilt of his head, he smirked at me. "If you leave, I'll just drag you the fuck back here. So do what you must."

With a scowl and an angry poke of my toes, I slid my feet along the tempered steel of his thighs and watched his dick pulse behind his pants. "You can drag me back here a thousand times and all I will do is leave again. Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life? Chasing me?"

"No," he said coldly. His hands snapped out with lightning quickness and he grabbed ahold of my ankles. Using his grip to straighten my legs, he placed both of my heels directly over his rock hard girth. "Instead, I'll have a giant cage built, just for you. One with iron bars, not windows and walls. And I'll handcuff you to whatever I want, whenever I want. Just to fuck you as hard as I want, for as long as I want. Is that how you picture spending the rest of *your* life, angel? Because I'd love an excuse to do just that. All you have to do is try me." Then he decided to be a bastard, and said, "It's not like Ruby will be coming home to rescue you anytime soon."

*Son-of-a-bitch. He's trying to make me lose it.* But he doesn't know what *I know.* And yeah, normally his saying something like that would have burrowed right into my heart and I might have exploded with anger, but I'm on a mission now. Ruby is alive and I'm going to save her. So instead of surrendering the upper hand like he wants, I decided to be a bigger bitch than he is a bastard.

"I'm not worried. Somebody will save me. Somebody who's not going to let you have me all to yourself. Damien or Mickey..." I met his visibly threatening glare with a pointed smile. "Tiny." "Tiny," he repeated, almost incredulously. "Tiny the bodyguard? The street captain?"

I bit down on my lower lip and whispered, "Did you know he has dragons tattooed everywhere?" I widened my gaze, staring pointedly down at where his cock now strained against his pants.

He snarled, "No. I didn't." Then he appeared to adjust himself and asked in a much calmer voice, "Did you ride them, angel? His dragons?"

Something in his eyes flickered dangerously, despite the carelessness he was trying to convey, I picked up on it. Alex was like a shark gliding through the water. Pretending to be disinterested while waiting for the perfect prey. "She's not fired," I admonished again, trying to maneuver away from the question and play on a different tactic. I pouted my lips, stroking my feet up his shaft and causing him to curse. I said, "Please. It was my idea to go, not hers." Alex's eyelids lowered heavily, his hips bucking almost imperceptibly as my feet continued to slide along his cock. "Mmm, angel," he whispered. "I don't know... Last time you touched my dick, you weren't so nice to him. If you want something from me, then I think you owe him an apology."

I froze, trying to calculate how much time I'd already wasted here bullshitting. A surreptitious glance toward the grandfather clock near the door told me I only had forty minutes left before the hour was up. *That should be long enough.* Without another word, I slid off the desk and knelt in front of him. Opening his legs, he pretended to reach for his zipper, but in the next moment, his hands were tangled in my hair and I was ripped off the ground and slammed on top of his desk. *Shit!*

His hands fisted as he leaned into me from above. "You fucked them. Both of them. Didn't you?" Alex snarled in my ear. "Tell me the truth. There are marks all over you, and they *are not* from the same mouth. Did they share you, huh? Did you disappear from me just to fuck them both at the same time?"

"Alex!" I shouted, struggling to get my hair free as he pushed himself between my legs. "You're hurting me!"

Alex chuckled, but I noticed his grip on my hair loosen. His chest heaved as I lay there panting. His eyes were wild and glossy as they trekked across my neck and shoulders. Everywhere I'd been marked. He leaned down, pressing his lips onto mine in a punishing kiss before he ripped himself away from me and asked in the most vulnerable voice I'd ever heard him use, "Did you kiss them?"