Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 16 ~

"Are you going to be okay to work?" Izzy glanced behind her as they walked into the house. She glanced at the clock in the kitchen, seeing how it was reading 12:46 pm. If she could catch a cat nap, she'd be good to roll out by 6 with a quick shower.

"Yeah, I'll make it work. Given that it was a busy night, I did have a good sleep."

"Good, because I have a couple of things to do at the club tonight, seems some men want to talk." He paused in the doorway to his room and looked back at her. "Would you like to work in the VIP area?" Izzy laughed as she shook her head.

"No offense, that many mafia men in one area sort of freaks me out. I'm good downstairs. Besides, there are way more men to ogle down there, than upstairs." He rolled his eyes but smirked. She watched him head into his room and really couldn't stop the sigh that passed her lips. Sure, Adriano was a jerk most days, but he was a damn good-looking jerk. And she knew if she was upstairs, she'd do nothing but stare and that wouldn't be good. With a shake of her head, she went back to her room and fell on her bed, just like she had earlier that morning.

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"Ignazia, it's already 5:15, if you want a bite and a shower, you better get it now." She swatted at the hand that was currently shaking her shoulder. She was having a hell of a dream that left her in a rather sexual state and she wanted to finish it, hoping that it would at least help her slightly. "Ignazia, get your ass up." She groaned again and then jerked awake as a hand connected with her ass.

"What the fuck?!" she cried out.

"Well, I've been trying to get awake for the last ten minutes and nothing else seemed to be working." She groaned again as one hand rubbed her eyes while the other rubbed her sore ass.

"So, spanking me worked?" She peeked one eye open and caught his smirk.

"It worked, didn't it? Come on, you got to shower." She yawned and finally climbed out of bed, making it to her shower. She wasn't sure if she liked that wake-up call or not, especially given the dream she was having that had her beneath him and at his mercy. He was causing her to squirm and scream and do other things that she hadn't done before. She twisted her lip, wondering if she had time to get herself off before heading to work. She was about to reach down when she heard the door open, and he poked his head in.

"And hurry up, I know how long you can take in the shower!" She laid her head back against the wall, frustration building up all the more. This was going to be a long ass night and she prayed someone would help her get off before the night's end.

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"You got massive eye candy staring at you." Izzy lifted her head from the drink she was making and glanced in the direction that Mindy was pointing, seeing one of the men from upstairs staring at her. She wasn't sure why it unnerved her, but it did. The look wasn't bad, nor was the glint behind the eyes, but maybe because it was the man himself and she knew what he was. But why that would bother her was even more annoying and even more curious. She didn't have issues with mafia men, at least she didn't think she did. Granted, her interactions with them were limited, as far as she knew.

She thought back to the conversation with her dad on the plane and shook her head. Okay, yeah, given that her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, slipped in undetected, maybe she didn't know those types of men as she thought she did. And maybe that was a sign that shouldn't be mixing with them. Her eyes glanced back down to the drinks in her hand and handed them off to the customers. As she was handing them back their change did the mystery man walk up to the bar.

"Hi," was his one-word response.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

"Why are you down here and not working upstairs?" She wiped her hands on the towel at her waist and lifted a brow.