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.*

without being asked to and then stalked toward Alex. His feet were perched on the edge 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

is she packing, Alex?"

blandly, his angry stare still

hiked up my eyebrows in feigned shock.

away from my throat to

which way?" I taunted, crossing my legs toward 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 will most certainly

grip the arms of his chair as he studied my feet. "You really

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

of his head, he smirked at me. "If you leave, I'll just drag you

thighs and watched his dick pulse behind his pants. "You can drag me back here a thousand times and all I will do is

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 want. Is that how you picture spending the rest of *your* life, angel? Because I'd love an excuse to do just that. All you have to do is try me." Then he decided to be a bastard,

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 I'm going to save her. So

will save me. Somebody 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." "Tiny," he repeated, almost incredulously. "Tiny the bodyguard? The street

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