Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Chapter 84

Perfect Prey

**ROMANY**

Before I could even knock on Alex's office door, it swung open with Simone on the other side. My jaw dropped. She had obviously been crying and as she tried to step past me I grabbed her by her shoulders. "What's wrong? What happened?" Her lip quivered, her eyes downcast. "It doesn't matter," she whispered.

"The fuck if it doesn't," I snapped, glaring toward Alex. "What the fuck did you say to her?"

Alex sat behind his desk looking well and truly bored as usual. That is, until he noticed I was barely dressed, with a skimpy black bikini beneath my loose white sundress. His gaze raked across my body, lighting a fire in the green of his eyes that only got more heated when they spotted one of the hickies on my neck.

"Get your ass in here," Alex hissed. "Now."

I felt like flipping him off and saying fuck the whole thing. I wanted to stomp down the hallway back toward my room and pack all my shit just to see him go crazy, but I knew I had to play this right. I only had an hour after all. Turning back to a teary eyed Simone, I said, "We'll talk after. Okay?"

She nodded. "I'll be in my room packing."

Then she spun on her heels and fluttered down the hallway toward the service elevators. *Packing? Oh fuck no she's not.*

of his desk while he leaned back in his comfortable armchair, his muscular arms folded behind his head as he glared at my neck. I decided to push my luck, shoving his feet off the corner of the polished surface and roosting there myself, where my near bare ass could fog up the wood. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but I knew this gave him an uninterrupted view of my legs and call it what you want, but I

the fuck is she packing,

his angry stare still pinned to my throat. "Maybe you should

my eyebrows in feigned shock.

his eyes away from my throat to

him so that my bare feet rested on his knees. "She's not fired, Alex. She's my only friend and if you get rid of her, I

arms of his chair as he studied my feet.

gaze traveled over the perfectly tanned skin of his bare forearms, where the sleeves of his five hundred dollar shirt were rolled up. The cut of his muscles and the bulging veins that boasted of his strength, pulsed and flexed as if they could feel me admiring them. "No," I said quietly, my eyes cutting toward the right, toward the seat of

"If you leave, I'll just drag you the fuck back here. So do

pants. "You can drag me back here

for you. One with iron bars, not windows and walls. And I'll handcuff you to whatever I want, whenever I want. Just to fuck you as hard as I want, for as long as I

know.* And yeah, normally his saying something like that would have burrowed right into my heart and I might have exploded with anger, but I'm on a mission now. Ruby is alive and

who's not going to let you have me all to yourself. Damien or Mickey..." I met his visibly threatening glare with a pointed smile. "Tiny."

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