Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Both of us Are

**ROMANY**

The room Simone has been assigned to was on the posterior side of the house. It had all the comforts that *my* suite had back at Alex's, but with one major difference. There weren't any walls separating the sitting area from the bedroom, and the entire wall on the south side was built from paneled glass. A set of modern glass doors led you out onto the grand balcony that stretched the entire length of the house. Serving not only Simone's suite, but the five or six others on this side of the hall. Both ends of the terrace had matching stone stairs that spiraled down to the pool deck below. There were lounges and patio seats stationed every fifteen feet or so, each set just outside of their respective balcony doors. We've only been here for thirty minutes, and already, I preferred Mickey's place to Alex's bustling manor. It was peaceful here. Homey. I don't know *why* Mickey spends as much time as he does over there, when he has this place to come home to. I sure as hell wouldn't if I had a place like this. Even if Alex *was* my cousin.

The interior was bright and open, decorated in elegant ivories and burnished gold. Now, I studied myself in Simone's full length mirror, captivated by the unfamiliar beauty staring back at me. I hardly recognized myself. "You look perfect!" Simone gushed, circling as she admired my gown.

"I know!" I agreed, with a chuckle. "It's the dress! It's..." I trail off, spinning around to look at the mold of my ass draped in gold coined mesh. The entire garment was made from soft woven netting and row upon row of dangling coins. It fell over my body like a cape of of soft metal, expertly designed to *barely* conceal flesh. It was completely open in the back and scandalously low in the front, with high slits in each side that parted in a sea of gold whenever I moved. The netted design provided *plenty of ventilation, and just enough coverage to keep my wear of it legal. It fit so perfectly, I could almost believe it had been made for me.

*Maybe it was...*

The first thing Mickey said to us when we stepped through the front doors, was that he would be taking us out to his favorite restaurant for dinner. Instructing Bruno (or as I prefer to call him, 'Pinch') to escort Simone up to the corner suite, he assured her there would be an entire closet full of things for her to choose from. Before I could follow after her, he took me by the hand and led me into the corner of his living room. There, without so much as a smile, he handed me a large white gift box draped in lavender ribbon and ordered me to go upstairs and put it on.

At first, I was a little put off by his command, especially because of the manner in which he gave it. *By shoving a box in my arms and growling at me to hurry up and put it on....? Really?* The box jangled when I started up the stairs and I had the horrible thought that I was going to find lingerie and a fucking set of shackles inside. For the first few minutes, I simply stared at the damn thing. Perfectly gift wrapped in a box drizzled with shimmering pixie dust, expensive silk bows tied all around it. I'm not gonna lie, my mind went a few places and I began to explore different scenarios for why Mickey was suddenly being so cold. Men like him, doubtless, had the capacity to shock me and I didn't want this to end up being another '*Alex*' moment.

the bathroom with stars in her eyes, garbed in a gorgeously cut,

wondering what kind of place demanded a

eyeliner, and mascara, we stood enraptured. It was a remarkably different feeling than I was used to having about myself. Finally stepping away from the mirror, Simone

his back to us, speaking to his men in low, hushed tones. It appeared that all five of us were going, which was a pleasant surprise. Especially after

looks amazing.* I already knew he was deliciously built and adorably handsome, but I was used to seeing him in casual attire. Jeans and t-shirts, mostly. Never anything even remotely

bikini bottoms on, or might have left

more apparent, now that they were trapped behind a constricting white cotton blend. My eyes followed every line of his body, from the devastating width of his shoulders to

sharp sound of our heels on the marble floor stops all conversation, and the

face

know why I asked him. It was pretty damn clear what he thought just in the way that he was breathing. "You're fucken gorgeous in that dress," Mickey said, his green eyes darkening as they traveled

too quietly, but I heard him and I could feel him watching

of here before our coach turns into a pumpkin," Mickey snapped, and I had