Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

*He would do it again for the right price.*

"Why should | have been in here?" | snap suddenly, stepping away from him. I'm surprised when he doesn't

follow me, so | turn around. What | see takes my breath away.

His dark green eyes are filled with something like longing and his jaw is set behind a slight frown. The moment

he noticeslooking, his eyes flare bright with anger and he shakes all previous emotion from his face. One

glance downward tellshe's hard as a rock, his thick and powerful girth giving rise to his towel and I hate that

my mouth waters for him.

"You should have been in *here* because it is the safest place for you and because *you* are *my maid.* Not

Damien's *girlfriend* as my new secretary seems to think."

"Your maid," | chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Okay, thanks for clarifying exactly why | *shouldn't* be in here *with

you.* | think | can brave a little blood stain. In fact," | say with a finger to my chin, "I might even like seeing this

one."

| stomp toward the doors, in a rush now since there are only ten minutes before breakfast, but before | can get

them unlocked Alex is behind me, cagingin between his gorgeously toned arms. "Do you like these little

games you play, trying to makelose control? Hmm? Do you have any idea how dangerous they are? What |

might do if | decide you need a tighter leash?"

"I'm hungry, Alex," | snap. "lI only chere to see if | could use your shower, not to fight with you. I've had

enough bickering this morning."

He chuckles darkly and | feel his teeth nip at my shoulder. "Are you suggesting that | extend the breakfast hour

for the day?" he whispers, pushing intofrom behind and grinding his erection into my back.

I growl, "Not if I have to fuck you for it."

He stiffens, freezing with his mouth on the skin of my neck and | suddenly wish | could take the words back. The

last twe were together in his office flashes through my mind. The angry, punishing sex that was hot as hell,

but that | basically agreed to just to appease him and save Simone's job..

*#Shit. | think | fucked up.*

Alex's arms slowly slide from the wall. "Fine," he snarls, pushing off of me. "Get out."

*Damn it.*

"Alex-"

"Out!" he shouts, causing the walls to rattle a bit.

| turn around just in tto see that look in his eyes again, the vulnerable, wounded look he tries so desperately

to hide from me. But he turns around the moment our eyes meet and he heads straight down the hall before |

can say anything that might save what I've just corrupted with my thoughtless words. Now I'm frozen in place, a

strange burning pain aching in my chest.

*He has to know that | enjoy being with him. It should be obvious.*

*#But I've just made it sound like a chore.*

*Like a punishment.*

*Or...a bribe.*

The sound of his bedroom door slamming dragsback down to earth and instead of leaving like he toldto,

I head for his room.

*This is stupid, Ro. This is dumb. Alex doesn't have feelings. What are you trying to prove?*

When | get to his bedroom door, | don't hesitate, just throw it open and step inside, slamming it behindas |

do.

He's standing in his closet with his back toand his towel on the floor. The taut muscles of his deeply tanned

ass are like magnets for my eyes and of course my gaze goes right to them. The winding trail of glorious, sinewy

flesh that ripples and flexes up his back with his every breath holdsmesmerized for a moment, not knowing

what to do or say. My fingers itch to touch him. | want to taste him again, the way I did that night, but without

the doped up haze. | want to savor every little groan of pleasure | steal from him while I'm used to *him* taking

control, but now that it's my turn - now that | have a chance to - I don't know if | can.

*#But | want to. Fuck yes | do.*

"What are you doing in here?" Alex asks, his voice lower than usual. "No one simply barges into my room."

I ignore that, glancing at his perfectly made bed as | step further into the room. Simone toldthat the

breakfast hour is when the maids clean the third floor bedrooms, so | know that they haven't been here yet. *He

must have slept on the couch.* Mickey said he's been doing that a lot lately.

*But why?*

*Maybe he misses Stella and sleeping so close to where he used to fuck her brings him peace. *

The thought sends a boil of anger through my gut and I shake it off, glaring at his back. "I'm taking a shower. Call

your kitchen staff and have something sent up. | don't feel like seeing Damien until lunchtime."

I don't linger long enough to watch his response. Instead, | head straight for his large, exquisitely designed

bathroom and shut myself inside. | think | hear him curseas | get undressed, but | don't let it bother me. One

thing | know about Alex, is that if he didn't wantin here, | *wouldn't* be in here. Stepping under the spray of

his five headed shower, | begin to feel rejuvenated. Still, I'm surprised when | spend at least twenty minutes

there scrubbing my lady parts and Alex never once steps inside behind me.

| was sure he would. | left the door unlocked just for him.

Mildly disappointed, | grab a towel from the rack and wrap it around my hair, then I pull down one of his plush

bathrobes and slip it on. Grabbing my phone off the bathroom counter, | see | have a text message from Ruby.

*Should | tell him about his cousin being here?*

*He probably already knows, he said he has spies here.*

*You're not that girl, Ro. Leave it.*

With a hefty sigh, | tap on the message. **Ruby-**

Tomorrow is the big day. Be sure and be at the back of the estate by midnight. Text Ruby the moment you are

there and a car will arrive for you. If anyone follows you, or you're not there on by the deadline, the deal is off

and Ruby will never make it home. Is that understood?

xk eo

Yes. I'm having a hard tfiguring out how to get off grounds though. They don't letcand go as |

please.

**Ruby-**

LOL. There's a tunnel under the house that leads to the woods behind the estate. It's a big secret. Hardly anyone

knows about it. It's up to you to find the entrance. A little hint - it would be in the most private area of the house.

The one place Alex doesn't even allow the maids to clean. Start there. Hopefully you find it, for Ruby's sake.

| delete the message thread and then contemplate what he said. There's only one place like that that | know of.

*Alex's office. *

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