Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

As I'd listened to him, my throat had begun constricting tighter and tighter and my face had started to burn. But now that the baastard was done talking, I did my best to control my body's reaction to his words. However, the shame that I felt with each time I was confronted with what happened, was nearly overpowering. It made me feel weak and... *just* plain stupid. I *hated* the thought that someone in this place might have a reason to look at me and see me as a target for manipulation. I didn't know *how* much Mickey knew about what happened, and that's what bothered me. However, it was highly unlikely that he had any of the more intimate details. The only person who had those, were Matthew and myself. It was more than likely that this wiseguy was just trying to intimidate me and I refused to give him the satisfaction.

There was a cold calculation in his gaze when he finally looked up and he fixed me with a contemptious smirk. I wanted to slap him, but instead I said, "Well congratualtions. But, what exactly makes you think that I give a *fuck* about what you know?"

He smiled darkly, leaning forward in his seat to resume ogling my breasts. "You might not give a fuck right now," he said smoothly, still staring at my chest. "But once I reveal to you *everything* I know, you won't only *give a fuck, but you will get one."

*What the fuck is that supposed to mean?* I rolled my eyes and started to push away from the table, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. "Wait. Just give me a second, okay?" he implored me.

My eyes were glued to the spot on my are that his hand was fastened to and I didn't look away until he released his grip. "What is it?" I asked icily.

He grinned at me, using that carefree boyish smile from before. "My cousin and Damien won't be back until tomorrow. They will be returning with a couple of my men," he informed me. "Sounds like a party," I retorted.

He snickered, then said, "Until then, it's just you and me here. That matters, anyway."

"According to Stella, I *don't* matter. So I guess it's only *you* and Stella," I informed him. *Although, I have yet to see her.*

He shook his head, smiling as if more than pleased with what he was about to say. "Actually, she's gone too. Stella flew out last night to meet up with *them*."

I almost growled. *She flew out? As in, she's allowed to leave of her own free will?* Bitch. "How nice for her."

He shot me an amused look that told me *he knew that fact would irritate me*, before he continuing. "Like I said, until tomorrow, it is just you and me. So..."

"So," I said, standing up and away from him before he could stop me *again*. "I'll see you at dinner."

He fell back as if defeated, shaking his head as his gaze once again wandered my body. Mickey's eyes were filled with such sexual intensity, that it was almost as if I could feel them reach across the room and caress me. They were extrordinarily expressive. Bright when he was teasing and somewhat muted when he was not. It almost made me wonder what they were like when he was angry.

The way he was looking at me *now* told me that he was aroused, and if *that* didn't do it, the thickly swollen bulge now punching against his zipper would have. The sensation was not unpleasant in the least. In fact, it made me feel incredibly sexy.

"You didn't even let me finish," he complained, biting his lips as his focus landed on my ass.

"No, you are definitely finished," I said sweetly, before turning around to head back to my room.

"I was trying to offer you something," he shouted after me.

I kept walking,

"Something that I know you'll want!" he shouted again, before I heard him curse.

"You have no idea what I could possibly want!" I shouted back, laughing.

"That's where you're wrong Doll! I could be everything you want!"

I giggled, still walking.

Then I heard him say, "What about revenge?"

I froze. My mood from just seconds ago fizzling out. Every single muscle in my body tensed. *Revenge? Why would he think revenge would interest me?*

He must have noticed I'd stopped, because I heard his footsteps, slow and steady closing in on me from behind. By the time he was standing next to me, I had already decided to hear him out. Suddenly wanting to find out everything he knew about me.

He grinned. "Why don't you join me for a swim in about thirty minutes," he whispered. "For privacy reasons."

I nodded. *A swim. Okay. I can do that.* "Thirty minutes," I agreed, then I headed for my suite.

Half an hour later I stood patiently by the pool wearing that ridiculously tiny red bikini once more. Luckily, the bruises on my breasts had all but disappered, and the couple of bite marks that still marred my back were hidden by my hair. After glancing around at the empty pool deck for what felt like the hundredth time, I decided to make my way up to the third tier and wait in the jacuzzi. The jets beating against my back felt amazing and I decided right then that I would make this a regular thing.

"Thank fuck," I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

A shadow passed over me and my eyes shot open. Standing up, I surveyed the area. No one. Nothing. Not even a crow. With a shrug, I fell back into my water nap therapy session and sighed in contentment. I never even noticed Mickey climb in until...

"Beautiful," Mickey's voice sounded in my ear and I sat up and screamed.

"Idiot!" I yelled, splashing him mercilessly.

He sat about two feet away from me in the water, with his signature playboy smile stretched across his face. For a second I let my gaze travel over the extremely well developed muscles of his shoulders and chest, and what looked to be a very prominent six-pack hidden in the water. Privately congratulating myself on being correct about his physique.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" he taunted.

I was just about to call him on his bullshit when I noticed something rather unusual about his outfit and my jaw dropped open in shock. My eyes flashed upward and I shook my head incredulously. "What's wrong." he asked, bright with amusement.

I glared at him, playfully. "You're not wearing a suit, are you?"

"I'm so glad you noticed," he replied with a grin. "To be fair, I was going to borrow one from Alex, but my dick is too big and I couldn't get it to fit."

I facepalmed myself, laughing at his audacity, before granting him a smile. "Poor you. It must be such a nightmare having to haul around all that weight. And on top of all your *bullshit* too? Maybe you should get a reduction." He winks at me, then lowers his eyes toward my lap in the water. "I'll bet I can get it to fit inside *you*."

"I'll take your word for it," I replied.

"I'd like to at least try."

Clenching my thighs to control the sudden throbbing behind my folds, I went for a change of subject. "You said you wanted to offer me something," I prompted him.

"I just *did* offer you something. A very big something... with lots of benefits and a lifetime guarantee." His playful tone was as gone as his smile, but his eyes continued to appraise me.

*Oh no you don't. You're going to answer my questions asshole.* Scooting a foot closer to him on the bench so that he could get a more enticing view of my chest in my too small top, I watched his eyes darken and his muscles tense. Taking an inconspicuos peek at his dick in the water, I almost smiled with glee. It's been my experience that men are easiest to control when they are desperate for something they *think* you might give.

I turned my body to face his, and stood up off the bench so that my entire torso was out of the water. The fever in his eyes seemed to glow with an intentional fire as he came face to face with my breasts. I reached down and pretended to adjust my under boob as I said, "I should have known you were full of shit. It that's all you wanted to say to me, then let me just say, thanks, but no thanks."

The moment I placed both palms on the deck and began to climb out, he hooked an arm around my waist and yanked me back in, crashing my back against his chest as he closed his arms around me.

He chuckled humorlessly then whispered, "Just settle the fuck down and talk to me about the Professor."