Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 5

Try it On

**ROMANY**

I jolted, my eyebrows quirking as I placed the pen and signed contract on his desk. "Excuse me?" I quipped. "What did you say?"

"I said, no fucking the bosses."

"Are you trying to insult me?" I asked.

He shook his head, his face serious. "Absolutely not and don't *you* insult *me*, by breaking that rule."

*This man must be nuts.* "The bosses?" *What the fuck? What kind of 'bosses'?* But of course, I was sure I already knew.

"*The* bosses," he repeated. "My associates. My business partners. Those bosses. You may not fuck them. None of them Not even the ones that I like." His emerald eyes twinkled, falling to half mast. "Not even me."

I smiled widely, trying my best not burst into fits of laughter. *Is he flirting with me or... trying to test me?* What an ego he must have. "Um. Deal?!"

His brow furrowed as he stood up from his desk to creep toward my seat. "You say that so easily that I can almost believe you."

"Why wouldn't you believe me?" I glared. "I'm not a predator or hooker. I don't just go around *fucking* people." *And for your information, dude, I don't plan on fucking anyone for a very, very long time. Least of all some Black Market Business Tycoon like you.*

front of me. "You're young. Innocent. And after you brush your hair and put on some decent clothes, you might even be fairly

over the single silver stripe that caressed the right side of my face. Leave it to a guy like him -

they do find you attractive and try for your attentions, I just wanted to be

despise this

eyes seemed to catch on the twirl of my finger in my hair so I clasped my hands together in my lap and took a deep steadying breath. I straightened in my seat,

asked, reaching forward to brush the pale strands out

"I like the color," I admitted. "But I'm too much of a chicken to

he said, standing to head for the

said

long hall. "There's an elevator on the opposite side of the house, behind the kitchen. As you will not be assigned to any other floor save the third, you

muted shade of gray as opposed to the bright white

until tomorrow night. When I'm not here,

I'm not allowed

so funny," he complained, turning around so quickly that I stumbled into his

going up reflexively to steady

wouldn't let me. Instead, he kept them locked there, stapled to his chest. The green of his gaze darkened, his beautiful lashes fluttering low. A muscle ticked in his jaw as his pupils began to

take my elbow and guide me up the rest of the stairs. "You're

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