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."

believing - if you aren't comfortable with something he asks of you,

eyes burning with tears as I looked away from

it? What did I

him. "That if you are there, you will protect me. That you won't let him

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

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

sweet little Dreamboat... I

way that would make any sense. But from the moment that I met you out in the hall... I

lip, hiding my goofy smile behind a look of

I thought that you

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

his swirling blue gaze floating from my eyes to my lips. "Ruby called me afraid that Alex was going to have a hard time honoring his promise to her. She thought that once he got a better look at you, he might forget all about whose cousin you were. So,

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

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

free. A slow ache pulsed between my legs,

He flinched. "You are?"

I smiled, "I am."

me, cupping the back of my ass as he pulled me up against his chest.

voice turned thick and

chest. "What's that?" I rasped, attempting to grasp him, but being denied for reasons that he neglected to name. I couldn't help but pout. He wouldn't let me touch my