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."

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. They noticed when you changed *and* they wondered about

both of his hands in mine, holding them still on my legs. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, when

don't. You didn't start out at that school of yours the way you came out of it. Something happened. Something changed you. Then it

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hall... the schools too." He smiled, slow and sexy. "I'd love to tell you more Doll, but right now, my dick is harder than a steel rod and the water in

with one hand 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!" he

rolled my eyes. *Well I'm not going

jacuzzi above. It was only four and a half feet deep the entire way across and the interior seemed to be made of dark glittering rock. It sparkled and

went straight for the waterfall, standing underneath it and letting the powerful rushing water slam over me. One thing I have always loved

open to find him directly in front of me, his eyes on the shaded portion of the pool under the jacuzzi above,

is?" I shouted

the wall. It was much quieter in this spot. Much more private. We would be able to talk freely and the waterfall would serve as a sound barrier 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

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