Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Promise Me

**ROMANY**

Swallowing back the burn of disappointment, I turned around and headed for my room. *The nerve of that guy to come in here the way he did! Playing all charming and sweet. Just to turn around and set fire to my fantasy of a deliciously inked bad boy.* I might just hate my Dreamboat for the rest of my natural life. *Wah. Damn it.* I stepped sadly into my suite, slamming the door behind me without giving even one modicrum of a fuck. Not about the noise it was going to make or even the walls that were about to shake.

However... the damn thing did not make a sound. My head snapped upward, my eyes going straight for the balcony windows and the reflection in the glass.

*Dreamboat.* He was standing right behind me and when I turned around, he shut and locked the door. When I opened my mouth to speak, he shook his head no, pushing me through my bedroom door and closing it behind us. He raised a finger to his lips, scanning every corner of the room before stepping inside my bathroom and turning on the shower. He honestly had me wondering if there was something crazy going on in the walls for a moment. *What the hell is wrong with the weirdos in this house?* Sticking his head out, he motioned me in. When I didn't budge, he simply rolled his eyes and lifted me off the ground, to place me on the bathroom counter so that I was seated in front of him. "Why are we in here?" I asked, studying the galactic blue of his eyes in the ultra bright light of the bathroom lamps. They truly were something special. Just blue enough that you knew that they weren't black. Pacific blue, maybe. "We'll talk about that later," he said, placing each of his hands on either side of me, so that I was literally surrounded by his thorns and vines. Lowering his head, he seemed to be transfixed by my lap (not that I have any real problem with that, in fact I think I might even extend him an open invitation to transfix here whenever he feels like) as if he was having a hard time expressing what it was that he needed to say.

"Damien?" I prompted. "I don't know how much time-"

"Why did you do it?" he asked suddenly, raising the angry blue of his eyes to study the contours of my face. "Why did I do what?"

A muscle in his jaw began ticking as if he had to constantly work just to keep his anger in check. "Sit on his lap?"

I flinched, pushing back against the mirror behind me before throwing up my hands in exasperation. "Because he's my boss and doing exactly what he says, no matter how degrading it might be, is ninety percent of the job. You should know that! He's your boss too, right?"

Damien shakes his head, his eyes smoldering. "No. He's my best friend."

"Oh. I-I thought that-"

"Well, I mean, he *is* my boss. On paper. I'm his head of security and his personal bodyguard. Even though the title is moot. He would take a bullet for me just as fast as I would take one for him. So technically, he's *my* bodyguard too." "Okay. That's right, I believe he mentioned you when I first got here. Damien Vee."

Ruby's baby cousin and I don't care *what* Alex has got you believing - if you aren't comfortable with something he asks of you, say no! If I'm there, I

angrily, my eyes burning with tears as I looked

it? What did I

are there, you will protect me. That you won't let him do anything to me that I don't want

have to know what kind of protection you mean then. And I'll want to know when it is expired and when it is not. Because a few minutes ago, when I was stuck on his lap and trying desperately to get your attention? You hardly even looked at me. Then afterward, you *completely* ignored me. At first, I just thought you were trying to

hanging his head in shame. "I'm sorry. It's just that when you sat down on Alex's lap, right there in front

my sweet little Dreamboat...

any right to be angry about it. At least, not in a way that would make any sense. But from the moment that I met you out in the hall... I don't know... I guess, somehow I got the impression that... you..." he

on my lip, hiding my

groaned, locking eyes with me before lowering his gaze to my lips. "I guess, I thought that you were into

were...* I smiled, nodding my head with a bite of my lip as I scooted

that Alex was going to have a hard time honoring his promise to her. She

my honeypot was terribly close to boiling over. "So you *hoped*... that I was into

you had the kind of beauty that commanded hearts..." His eyes shuttered, dropping from my lips to the rise and fall of my chest. "I thought she was just being extra. But then I saw you standing there, and I suddenly understood. That is exactly who you are." His eyes glazed over, falling over me from head to toe in a slow perusal that had me dripping

pulsed between my legs,

He flinched. "You are?"

I smiled, "I am."

a groan, he slid my knees outward, his heavy blue gaze fixed on the slow spread of my legs. At the last second, he yanked my body toward his and slid his hands behind me, cupping the back of my ass as he pulled me up against his chest. I pressed my palms over the solid grooves of his pectorals and gasped as he stepped even closer. Nestling himself between

His voice turned thick and husky, "From now on,

attempting to grasp him, but