Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

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.*

young. Innocent. And after you brush your hair and put on some decent clothes, you might even be

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 - a man crafted by the Gods themselves - to make me feel like less of a

event that they do find you attractive and

really starting to despise this man.* "Understood," I said

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

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

enough," he said, standing to head

I said under

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 business using it. Be certain that you always take the stairs unless

walls of the second floor were a muted shade of gray as opposed to the bright white of the first floor.

moment and won't be back until tomorrow night. When I'm not here, he's in charge.

I'm not allowed to

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

hands going up

apologetically and I could feel the sting of a blush 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

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