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.*

a seat on his desk so that he was directly in front of me. "You're young. Innocent. And after you brush your hair and put on some decent clothes, you might

my seat, running my hands through my disheveled black hair and twirling one finger over the single silver stripe

the unlikely event that they do find you attractive and try for your attentions, I just wanted

to despise this man.* "Understood,"

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, surreptitiously trying to push myself farther away from

he asked, reaching forward

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

head for the

sir," I said

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

muted shade of gray as opposed to the bright white of the first floor. The higher we climbed, the crazier 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

me guess. I'm not allowed

funny," he complained, turning around so

hands going up reflexively to

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

up the rest of the stairs. "You're clumsier than your

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