Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

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**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.*

directly in front of me. "You're young. Innocent. And after you brush your hair and put on

Now, I was fidgeting in my seat, running my hands through my disheveled black hair and twirling one finger over the single silver stripe

and try for

to despise this

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, surreptitiously trying to push myself farther away from

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

his hand. "I like the color," I admitted.

he said, standing to head for the door,

I said under

me out of the office toward a wide open staircase at the end of the 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 have no

gray as opposed to the bright white of the first floor. The higher we climbed, the crazier the art seemed to get and the

meet him later. He's away on business at the moment and won't be back until tomorrow night. When I'm not here, he's in charge. He is my bodyguard and the head

me guess. I'm not allowed to fuck him

are so funny," he complained, turning around so

cursed, my hands going up reflexively to steady

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 began to dilate and *I* began to sweat. "S-sorry," I stammered. "I-I

and guide me up the rest of the stairs. "You're clumsier than your cousin, that's for