Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Like the Red Sea

**TINY**

*Fuck. That old bastard is here??? At Mickey's restaurant? How in the fuck? Why?*

Romano's eyes shifted from Romany to me then back again, a slow grin stretching across his lips as he leered at her in her thousand dollar dress. He was only about fifty feet from where we were standing and somehow he must not have seen Mickey come in with us. If he had, he would not have been gawking at her that way. Then again, maybe he would have, because he's just that stupid. He thinks he's untouchable because he's a district boss. But someone his age should know better. You're never untouchable unless you're already dead.

"Hey," I whispered, pulling her closer to me, my hand on the curve of her back. "Look at me," I commanded, staring down at her trembling lips and trying to gain her attention. "Don't look at that filth, look at me. Up here. Romany? Up here!" I slide my free hand behind her neck and under her ponytail, fighting the urge to squeeze my fingers into the butter soft flesh beneath. *Goddamn she is soft.*

Her teal blue eyes darted upward and I heard a catch in her breath when she suddenly realized how much closer I was now. Her pupils grew as big as nickels, her eyes dipping toward the open buttons of my shirt and lingering there indefinitely. Suddenly, she licked her lips and my dick went rock hard. *Holy shit.*

*So she WAS checking me out back at Mickey's.* I thought she was, but I couldn't be sure. I never seemed to catch her interest before, so I thought I might have been imagining it. As beautiful as she is and as many men as there are hounding after her... I wasn't sure how I measured up. She's not much younger than I am and to be honest, I was getting the vibe that she was into older guys. Like Mickey and Alex. I really didn't think she saw me at all, really.

But when she came downstairs and I heard her footsteps on the tile floor, I turned around tto see her eyes hot and heavy and all over my body. Her face was flushed as she tore her gaze in Mickey's direction. Almost as if she was afraid for him to see her looking at me. While I can understand the concern for *me,* I hope she knows that Mickey would never* be upset with her. He'd punish his own mother before he'd punish her.

slender hand on my

dress and the enticing valley between the perfectly round mounds of her breasts. *Shake it off, come on. You're as bad as Romano.* It's almost painful to do, but I managed to break the spell and lift my gaze. "You want

lowering her voice so that it was just

pretty sure she's got me too. "Okay," I said. "Or... I could pick him up and throw him out the

little on the heavy side. I'd hate for you to hurt your back." She mumbled under her breath, but I heard her

a little lower, *beneath* her dress to trace the juncture of her ass. "Are you?" I choked out, wanting confirmation. Tracing a finger enticingly over her tailbone, I

she shivered as

*Praise God.*

irritated voice sliced like a knife, severing

he's my boss and a terribly *ruthless* motherfucker, so when his bright green eyes narrowed on

all that it took for Mickey's entire demeanor to change. He lost his jealous