Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 7

MORE THAN A MAFIA'S MAID

As soon as I set foot inside Cory Mansion, I was met with a cluster of hugs, shoulder rubs, and patting on my head.

“Jenny, welcome back.” That was Finnie. Still as affectionate as ever.

“Oh, thanks, Finnie.” I launched into his hug.

“I missed you, Jenny.” That was Jonny, rubbing my shoulder.

“I missed you too, Jonny.” I beamed up at him.

“It’s good to have you back, Jenny.” That was Heath, patting my head.

“It’s good to be back, Heath.” I craned my neck to smile at his six-foot-plus stature.

“Give me a hug, Jay.” Bobby snatched me from the other guys and launched into a hugging attack, squeezing me until I almost couldn’t breathe.
“And make me some coffee,” he kindly teased.
“I’m dying here without your—ouch! What was that for, boss?” Bobby rubbed his head when a smack landed on his skull, delivered by none other than the mafia boss, Giovanni Dente.

“I’m allergic to you guys fawning over each other,” he remarked sourly.
“It makes me gag. Now get the fuck out of here.”

“Sheesh, something is riling boss up,” Bobby said, and they all disappeared out the door. I was about to follow, too, when Giovanni stopped me.

“Jay, you stay.”
“What? Um... I…”
“Stay!” he roared.
“Okay. No need to burst a vein.”

I stood there idly, waiting in the large lounge room, and still Giovanni hadn’t instructed me on what to do. Wasn’t that the reason why he’d asked me to stay?

Yet he only stared at me, with his eyes running up and down my body so that I was becoming a bit nervous. Those eyes held some sort of secret and I couldn’t figure out what.

“Jay,”
Giovanni said suddenly, his voice purring like a panther. His long legs strode toward me, slowly closing the gap between us.

“I’m hot. Really hot. My clothes are melting off me. I need a cold bath. A really cold one. To cool me down. Go run me a bath, in the spa pool.”

I stared, mouth gaping open like a Venus fly trap. Giovanni was stripping himself, slowly unbuttoning his crispy white shirt, revealing his masculine chest, making my mouth salivate again and my heart rocket at maximum speed. What was he doing to me?

Was he trying to kill me on the spot, by using his seductive charm? Why must I be his target if he had the hots for some other woman?

Again, I ran like lightning had struck me. I bolted into his bedroom, and hid myself in his bathroom. The faster I got this job done, the faster I could get out of here. Running the water to make sure it was icy cold, I stepped back, congratulating myself on another job well done, when a warm hand landed on my shoulder. I spun around and— Holy macaroni cheese! Giovanni was naked. And he was standing right in front of me, with his banana hanging in full swing.

I startled and jumped back. Only to land in the massive spa pool behind me. I floundered and coughed. He only jumped in. But instead of rescuing me from my coughing fit, his hands and knees pinned me against the wall. I was trapped. And as soon as I saw a slow grin appear on Giovanni’s captivating face, I knew I was in big trouble,
really big trouble.

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Giovanni licked his lips, his eyes deliciously running up and down his maid’s wet body. She was hot. He wanted to rip off that wet clothing that clung to her skin so she could be as naked as he, then he’d show her what fun two consenting adults could do.