Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I Wish Too

**ROMANY**

Swallowing the rock that had lodged in my throat, I snatch my phone from the edge of the bed and attempt to look detached, but the way that Mickey is watching me is winding a coil of unease through my body.

I heard him when he said that he knew I had secrets and I remember my accidental avowal as to my knowledge of Santos spies. He didn't press me at the time, but to be fair, I was practically riding his cock at the time, so why would he?

Now though... he looks like he might have a few things to say.

"Is Damien's room unlocked?" I go for a swift change of subject, not wanting to give Mickey any extra time to contemplate interrogating me.

"Damien's room," he retorts, his breath hitching as if he's been insulted.

I roll my eyes, closing my robe and *his* jacket (now *my jacket* by the way, because I fully intend to keep it) around myself before daintily crawling over the end of his bed onto the floor. "All of my things are in his suite. He put them there. Not me. So, yeah, is Damien's room unlocked?"

Mickey grants me a half chuckle, his jewellike eyes sparkling down at me. "Probably. And if it's not, I'll have someone unlock it for you."

say, pausing minutely as I stride past him to kiss his

snatches my wrist, yanking me against his naked body to study my face. "I wish you trusted me enough to tell me everything, Doll. There is nothing I wouldn't forgive of you. I hope you know that. You're not like

connection he is making isn't lost on me and for a moment, I *am* a little scared of what he might know. Then I meet his eyes and what I see there is more than reassuring. It is comfort and love and adoration... protection... everything I could ever want without even a hint of maliciousness or doubt. I smile up at him, batting away

you standing here? I would say, yes. But... there's only one, so no. Not as far as I'm concerned. Not for me. But like I told you before, Doll, I'd give you anything. You want a twelve man harem? Just say so. I'll fill my house with as many

modern manor glowing in the back of my mind. I remember it perfectly. The open stretch of balcony, the winding staircase that led down to the pool... the way it felt so much more like home than this place ever could. And... Simone

off, biting

say

most sensual smile while eyeing me up from top to bottom. "I did. I'd have to approve of them of course. Couldn't let anyone out dick me but... sure. Twelve. If that's really what you want,"

he gives me says he really *hopes* it isn't and I have to laugh. "Twelve is a whole lotta testosterone," I complain. "I don't think I'm *that* damn greedy. Nah," I whisper softly. "I'm pretty happy with what

thickly, his eyes turning serious. "After you

me and I feel a thump in my chest as I realize how serious he is. "You really want that, don't you? You want *me* to have your

as his face turns red with embarrassment. *Oh my god. He's fucking blushing.* I don't think I've ever seen Mickey

fish out a fresh new suit. "Why?" I hiss, watching him dress and ignoring my phone as it begins to ping

at me sharply, disregarding my question for the moment, until he is fully dressed. Then he saunters toward me,