Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I'd give you anything...

**ROMANY**

*Tell me about the professor...* Mickey's words vibrated between my ears and I wondered how much he already knew. Maybe he didn't really know anything at all. Any prick who happened to pick up an issue of the Blake University Riot, the school's newspaper, would have been able to read about my so-called 'obsession' with Professor Matthew Jensen. They would have learned that I was expelled for improper negotiations with a faculty member, allegedly blackmailing a faculty member, conspiring to sabotage a faculty member, breaking the code of conduct, and that the faculty member in question - the victim *poor guy* - was exonerated. They would have read that I'd confessed to said atrocities only after being caught *forcing myself on him while regular classes were in session.

They would have read a bunch of lies. Well, the part about my confession is true, but even that is circumspect because out of all of the allegations made against me, I only actually broke the code of conduct. And even that was after Matthew refused to leave me alone. *He* pursued *me*!

Yet somehow... despite all of the abuse and the jealousy, and his obsession with controlling my every little move... he managed to convince me that he loved me. And I managed to let him.

I sighed, barely aware of Mickey's hands as they stroked up and down my torso, stopping just shy of my breasts each time. "How about you tell me what you think you know first," I countered and he chuckled next to my ear.

"You think I'm toying with you," he said. "I'm not. I didn't find out about you from some fucking journal, or internet newspage. Although, I did read them after I heard that you were here." He laughed leaning in close to my face. "And I don't buy for a minute that you were ever obsessed with that clown of a professor."

I tensed, and he continued to stroke me, massaging me gently as his hands got a little bolder and progressed toward my thighs. It felt wonderful. I turned my head to the side, taking in his eyes. To my surprise, he wasn't looking at my body the way I expected him to be. He was staring somewhere off in the distance.

"It doesn't matter," I admitted. "That's what people believe. So it might as well be the truth."

shit! I guarantee you they don't. In fact, I'll bet the Dean knew you were lying as well. People have eyes, Doll. They can see. They know him and they know

you talking about? What do you mean, when

of it. Something happened. Something changed you. Then it controlled you and manipulated you until it finally blamed you and then threw you away. I see these things. I know

him. "How? How do you know these

people around there. I have guys at the banks, the hotels, construction sites, city hall... the schools too." He smiled, slow and sexy. "I'd love to tell you more Doll, but right

closed around the base of his erection, then he jumped off the ledge into the second tier pool right below us. I found myself watching the muscles of his ass and thighs as he did

here!"

eyes. *Well

half feet deep the entire way across and the interior seemed to be made of dark glittering rock. It sparkled and twinkled

rushing water slam over me. One thing I have always loved is waterfalls. Any way I can get 'em. "Perfect," I heard

him directly in front of me, his eyes on the

is?" I

as well as a cover for prying eyes. "This spot," he said. "It's the perfect hiding place." That intense look was back in his eyes again. His grip on my arms seemed to tighten, before his hands stroked downward to my wrists. He stepped closer to me, his eyes glued to my top. Glancing down, I realized that not only did

hell are you doing?"