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.*

desk so that he was directly in front of me. "You're young. Innocent. And after you brush your hair and

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 - a man crafted by the Gods themselves

attractive and try for your

starting to despise this

together in my lap and took a deep steadying breath. I straightened in my seat, surreptitiously trying to

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

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

head for the door, "Follow

said under my

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

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 climbed, the crazier the art seemed to get and the more it

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

not allowed to fuck him either," I

rules are so funny," he complained, turning around

going up

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.

snapped, letting me go to take my elbow and guide me up the rest of the stairs. "You're clumsier than your cousin,

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