Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Know What I Want

**ROMANY**

"I should have been here," Damien said. "Instead of out fucking around with that..."

*Fucking around with that... what? Is he talking about a woman?* My body tensed on its own accord, like a reflex. As if it was angry *for* me. "Wait. What? Where were you? Were you... with... someone?"

The image of Damien's glorious body bent over some *other* woman while she ran her hands all over his thorns and vines, burned in my chest like fire, nearly bringing tears to my eyes. Did he enjoy her? Did he call out her name? Did he have his hands all over her ass the way he's had his hands on mine? *Stop it, Ro! He just caught you in a reverse piggyback with Mickey. You have no right to be upset!* But, whether I had a right to be or not didn't factor in. It couldn't change the way I felt. I was hurt whether I was entitled to be or not.

*I wonder if he would have even told me about her if he hadn't just walked in on Mickey and me.* I saw the way he was staring at me when he said it. *He* wanted to get a rise out of me. To punish me for Mickey and Alex. He's been so hurtful lately and unnecessarily mean! But this morning when I woke up with my head on his chest and his arm around my shoulders, I thought he was over all that. Apparently he's over quite a few things. I'm probably one of them. *So much for 'connections'.*

"It doesn't matter," he said, his navy blue eyes studying me carefully. "*She* doesn't matter."

*Oh really? Well, she obviously mattered last night!*

it off, Ro.

get back to my suite.

eyes on me as I stepped into the long hall and I hoped he was happy with himself. *Fuck off Dreamboat!* Two more steps to the right are all I was

I shouted, struggling to push myself upright as he

ass that was right next to his face. He smacked me so hard I let out a yelp of pain and

and I found myself loving the way it felt. I didn't want to stop touching him and I didn't want *him* to stop touching me.*God his muscles feel nice when they're moving. It's like I can feel every one of them individually. Coiling and flexing

he hit the number two. *The second floor? Is he taking me

we going,

he reached over and slipped his hand between the backs of my thighs, drawing a finger back and forth over my sex. His touch was featherlight, just enough to have me wiggling. Chills sprouted up and down my body and I had to swallow back a moan. The elevator doors opened and he proceeded down the hall, passing a couple of laughing maids along the way. *Now I'm starting to feel a little dumb.* Damien's door was apparently the last one at the end

locked the door then turned around to set me gently on the couch. My head went

drink?" Damien asked me, his eyes still just as vague as

set up like a tiny apartment. It reminded me of Alex's on the third floor, except where Alex had his bar, Damien had a small kitchenette. "Did you decorate in here?" I asked as he returned with a diet soda and