Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Nicely Done

**ROMANY**

I spun around, crushing the uniform to my chest. "No. I won't."

He glared at me from the bed, his eyelids lowering as he slowly pushed off his elbows. The heat in his gaze seemed to sizzle into mine as we stared at one another. Each of us too stubborn to look away. The longer we remained that way, the weaker I began to feel. My knees felt like jelly, my palms began to sweat. I could hear myself breathing too loudy and my heart was pounding so heavily that my chest seemed to quake. His jaw grew tighter and tighter, his body tensing in fluid progression from one muscle to the next. I couldn't take much more of it, so I dropped my eyes. Submitting to his stare, but not to his will. I *would not* be changing in front of him. I wasn't here to be his whore, I was here to be his maid. *Right?*

He stood up slowly, never once looking away from me. I kept my gaze locked on his feet and the uniform clutched to my chest as I worked to control my breathing. He spoke in a dark, controlled voice. "Nicely done, Miss Dubois. I'm proud of you. I have to admit, I thought for certain you were going to do it." My head whipped up as I realized he had only been testing me, anger boiled behind my eyes. *Son-of-a-bitch.* He chuckled, his green eyes going almost black as his lips lifted in a half smile. "I will see you in the morning. Breakfast is served dowstairs by nine a.m. everyday. It will also be cleared by ten. So if you're any later than that, you won't eat until lunch. Goodnight."

He stepped away from me, out of the bedroom and into the sitting room. He tossed one last look my way before he left the room, "Make sure and lock up. Keep the monsters out," he said with a wink. Then, he closed the door. Releasing a sigh of relief I dropped the uniform onto the bed and raced into the sitting room to do exactly what he said. Lock the damn door.

"Shit," I hissed, resting my head against the cool wood for a moment while I grounded myself.

*At least I'm somewhere safe and not on the street in front of Matthew's apartment crying my eyes out the way I was this afternoon.* Small favors.

the light switch and allowed myself a slow satisified smile. The bathroom was ridiculous. Giant tub, huge shower. A

idea what catch that might be, so I let out a happy little squeal and disappeared into the bath for long midnight soak. By the time I was finished, I was ready to pass out. I scrubbed my skin for an hour. Trying like hell to wash away any and every trace of Matthew that remained. Unfortunately, I couldn't get rid of the horrible purple hickies he left all over my breasts and shoulders, but they would fade. Eventually. For now

off before falling

But still... I cried.

**ALEX**

time will you be here

a little early. Ruby called, asked

honest, so was I. Not about her welfare, no. I could keep her safe. More so about having such an innocent prize wandering about the halls of

my type. Not even a little bit. The

she touched me, out on the stairs, I felt it. A thrumming in my blood like there was more to that girl than she was letting on. The same thing happened when I heard her speak back at the club. It was in her voice. Something soft and rich, like velvet. It had an

could stir

Alex. Come

exactly?"