Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 15

“Boss, what the hell is this?”

I marched to him, slapping the document right in front of his face.

“Am I reading it right? Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?”

“Yes, Jay. Your eyesight is truly excellent. I hope your smart brain is able to interpret the meaning of that statement too, without me having to explain it?”

I was utterly astonished, to the point of flipping everything and just walking out. To hell with this mafia boss! To start off by complimenting me on my smart brain. I was many things to him. His coffee machine, his maid, sometimes his chair, just a mundane piece of furniture in his huge mansion, but I was certainly not a fool. What he was referring to had nothing to do with serving him coffee twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

This satisfaction came only through matters of the flesh. Giovanni loved being sarcastic. He enjoyed seeing me all miserable and wound up. And I was wound up. More wound up than a cork screw.
Screw him!
Screw this mafia boss!
I’d had enough. I’d been deceived.

“I’m not signing it,” I shouted.
“I’m going back to being your maid. At least I don’t have to tire myself out by letting you bite me all night long. Last night was horrible. You bit me in so many places. And it’s still painful.”

Giovanni smirked. That devil mafia boss actually smirked at me. What the devil was he thinking? Gosh, I was mad, I saw red.

“Stop smirking,” I demanded.
“You are not even that alluring.”

Giovanni bounced off his chair, advancing toward me at a seductive pace, I was so mesmerized by him, I didn’t realize he had me trapped against the door. Well, crap! Now I had nowhere to run. I was stuck.

“But you found me alluring last night, right, Jay?”

He hypnotized me with his touch, gently grazing my temple, gently running feathery touches along my jawline, all the way to my lips. One touch, and electric nerves shot up my spine. Stupid nerves. Stop reacting to him. Control yourself. What the devil was with him, anyway?

Gosh, he pissed me off big time. And why must he remind me of last night. My face blushed pink from the memory. Last night, I’d begged him for another round, because I had enjoyed it immensely. Who knew I was so easily seduced. Who knew I had this demonic lust hidden within me? And Giovanni was the devil who’d unleashed it. Now my lust roamed free, not wanting to be subdued.

“Tell me, Jay. Tell me you enjoyed being fucked by me. Tell me you like my co—”

“Say no more, boss. I’ve heard enough,” I cut him off mid-sentence, before he could say something embarrassing.

“Stop using that ‘F’ word. It grates on my ears. And don’t expect me to sign the contract. I’m off to make the guys their coffee. Find yourself another lover. I’m done.”

“Not so fast.”

He caught my wrist and swung me around, my head went into a 180-degree spin. Once I got my bearings, Giovanni was already on top of me. And how the heck did I end up on the floor?

“I bet you won’t last a week without me, Jay. Once you had a taste of me, you can’t go back.”

A wicked smile played on his lips. Stupid lips. Stupid Giovanni. Of course, I couldn’t go back. I was stupidly and thoroughly addicted to those lips, extremely and purely intoxicated with his taste. What more must I suffer under the hands of this mafia boss?

“Wow, boss. You really think highly of yourself,” I snapped, challenging him with my own death glare. Giovanni, thinking I was complimenting him, started listing all his positive features.