Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER III

THE CONTRACT

I was sweating like a pig. God, I hoped I didn’t smell. Girls who smell didn’t attract guys. That much I knew. Not that I wanted to attract any of the men here. But I really couldn’t help myself with all this sweating. I’d never been so nervous in my entire life.

      Standing there with their murderous watchful eyes as I prepped the coffee machine and ground the coffee beans were Bobby and Heath, the two men in black I saw earlier, and Jonny and Finnie, the other two who appeared just now. What’s with their names?

      They don’t sound mafia-ish at all. Although I wasn’t intimidated by them in the least, I was actually talking about that big boss Giovanni. Him and his stares, they were freaking me out. Big stature, big name, and big ego. And did I mention big ass too, figuratively speaking, of course. But seriously, what a waste of a handsome face. Such nice eyes and lips, yet with the face he was making now, I bet none of the girls would want to look at him. That included me. I wondered if he had a girlfriend, though. Crap! Why am I thinking these thoughts now?

      I hurriedly tamped the coffee and inserted it into the slot, then let the machine do its magic. Not knowing where to turn my eyes, I accidently glanced in Giovanni’s direction and saw him tracing his lower lip. Damn! What’s with him and his fingers always running along his lips? Does he know that action causes my heart to palpitate?
 
Flicking back to the coffee machine.

I watched as the color changed from a golden dark brown to light gold. I took the purified coffee and poured milk into it. I couldn’t help but impress him with my coffee art. It was a swan, my favorite bird. I squeezed my lips into a megawatt smile and was about to present the whole cup to him when—
                 

   Oh hell, how did my coffee end up on Giovanni’s pants? And why was there a dark stain on his groin area? What on earth did I do? There was a growl from Giovanni like a beast had been unleashed from his chest, followed by the rushing of feet. I was in a flustered state, too. Apparently, in my nervous state, my knees had buckled and I’d thrown the entire cup of coffee at Giovanni. Believe me. Although all that glaring really freaked me out, I didn’t have any intention of burning his groin area with my scalding hot coffee. I hoped his little sperm still worked. Poor thing if he couldn’t reproduce. No cute, captivating babies.
    

       I grabbed a towel Bobby got from somewhere and threw it onto Giovanni’s private area, then smacked my hand on it, grinding it, rubbing it to remove all that excess liquid, but he only jumped up off the couch like he’d caught on fire. What’s his problem? I was just trying to help. So, I did help. I followed him, knees on the floor, hands busy rubbing that area clean, until he pushed me off.

   “The fuck are you doing, you stupid girl? Get off me,” he growled and shook his legs free of my grasp.

Only then did I realize what I’d done. I was vigorously cleaning his private area. I shyly retracted my hands and gave him pleading puppy eyes. I’m dead. I am so dead right now. He stormed out the door. Oh, shit! Did I piss him off that much? I trembled, awaiting the verdict. The whole room was cloaked in silence. I didn’t dare move. It was Finnie who broke the silent.

“Since you’re here and don’t have much time left to live, make us some coffee.”

What? I didn’t expect that. But no, I was a smart girl. I wasn’t going to question them. I had a plan up my sleeve. One after another, I made what they ordered. By the time they were sipping their drinks, I felt ecstatic. Perhaps if I were to continue to distract them, they’d forget what I’d done to that big boss and let me live. I smiled at my possible future. But that smile died a sudden death when Giovanni reappeared with a new set of clothing, and oh my lord, did it made me drool. Hotness overload.
Which gym does he use?
Let me sign up, too.
Giovanni was wearing slacks, a comfortable grey, and a black turtleneck with a light suit jacket. This guy sure knows how to dress himself. I didn’t dare look him in the eyes, though.