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.*

his desk so that he was directly in front of me. "You're young. Innocent.

fidgeting in my seat, running my hands through my disheveled black hair and twirling one finger over the single silver stripe that caressed the right side of my face. Leave it to a guy like him

and try for your attentions, I

starting to despise this

to catch on the twirl of my finger in my hair so I clasped my hands together in my lap and took a

you paint your hair that way?" he asked, reaching forward to brush the pale strands

body jerking away from his hand. "I like the color," I admitted.

standing to head for the door, "Follow me

sir," I said

the house, behind the

prompted, gazing around at all the modern art that lined the walls. *This man likes abstract paintings.* The walls of the second floor were a muted shade of gray as opposed to the bright white of the first floor. The higher we

later. He's away on business at the moment and won't be back until tomorrow night.

not allowed to fuck him

you think my rules are so funny," he complained, turning

my hands going up reflexively to steady

roasting my cheeks. I tried to remove my hands, but for some reason he 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

to take my elbow and guide me up the rest of the stairs.

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