Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 14

CAPTURING THE MAFIA'S HEART

I had a dream. It was the most amazing and delicious dream I’d ever had. Last night, I ate that chocolate cake I’d always wanted. And it was beyond what I’d expected. Delicious, addictive, and totally irresistible. But something didn’t feel right this morning. 

I was nestled too closely, my body feeling too warm to be considered normal. And why was my bed so big? It almost felt like I was sleeping on a bed of clouds, my body floating in the sky. Actually, that might be the reason I felt so comfortable. Warmth. Peace. And a sense of belonging, like I was meant to sleep on this bed. I fluttered my eyes open, slowly and carefully, just enough to get my first glimpse of my surroundings. And I started to screamed.

But before the sound came out of my mouth, I clamped it shut. I was totally dreaming. There was no way this handsome and totally captivating mafia boss was sleeping in my bed. I shook my head and blinked three times. The image in front of me didn’t disappear.

In fact, the more I blinked, the more the situation dawned on me. I was in bed, sleeping with Giovanni, my mafia boss.

Holy cupcake!
What was Giovanni doing in my bed?
Or more accurately, what was I doing in his bed?
No wonder I had a wonderful dream last night. Of eating chocolate cake. Chocolate cake my backside. Giovanni was fast asleep. His breathing was even. My curious hand had a mind of its own. It went to cup his cheek. What was I doing? I should get out of this bed pronto, before the boss caught me red-handed.

But no, my stupid curious self just had to satisfy my curiosity. A small piece of my inner self wanted to know what it was like to touch his cheek, to feel his temple and heartbeat against my palm. A smile broadened my mouth as my fingers traced his jawline. It was slightly rough, but oh so manly. I’d never been this close to a man before, sleeping beside one, feeling one’s cheek.

Crispin was close, but I never had the liberty to explore, nor had the desire to touch him this way. There was something about Giovanni that drew me in, again and again. I knew my heart was totally captivated by him. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of. But I knew my dream was about to turn into a nightmare.

A person like Giovanni, a mafia boss, the most fearsome man in the whole of New York City, the most captivating and alluring man in the state of New York—now why would he want to sleep with me, his maid?

It didn’t make sense. So, I had to leave, before he woke up. I crawled out slowly, careful as not to wake him up. I was so excited when my foot hit the carpet. But my excitement died a sudden death when my body was hauled back, slamming into a wall-of-steel chest. Large, masculine arms then wrapped around my middle section. I screamed and floundered about, wanting to be released from this alluring man.

A loud chuckle erupted from his chest.

“Boss. What are you doing? Let me go.”

I gripped his fingers, trying to unclasp them from me, but he was strong, holding me imprisoned until I was breathless.

“Holding you, Jay,” he whispered in my ear, paralyzing my body.

“So you won’t escape again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”