Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER IX

WET BODIES

Giovanni was mad. No, he was furious. His eyes turned the color of obsidian. He couldn't believe he'd allowed Jenny to invade his space, again, or agitate him to this level. Hadn't he already noted how she got under his skin? And what was the first thing he did? Went barging in on her, scaring the fuck out of her. But what really got him steaming mad was his fucking dick. It now stood straight and hard like a fucking tent pole. But first a bath, then relieve himself. In that order. Giovanni stomped to his bedroom, removing the soiled shirt from his skin. It was smelly and disgusting. He despised dirt and dust with an intense passion. It reminded him of his miserable past life, a life he didn't want to even think about.

Giovanni stripped, tossing the dirtied clothing to the side, and turned on his heel to enter the bathroom. Then looked down at his dick again. Nope. Still proud and tall. Damn his maid. Rotating the tap on, he watched the water filling the large bathtub, his mind backtracking to that moment when Jenny was just an inch from his face, berating herself for how stupid and clumsy she was. Giovanni scolded himself when he realized he was thinking about his maid yet again. Dipping the tip of his finger in the pool, he grimaced lightly and climbed in. He lay back, relaxing his head against the headrest, until he could feel his dick softening again. Sighing with relief, Giovanni took the bar of soap in his hands. It slipped, flying out of his grasp onto the bathroom floor, a good three meters away.

"Fuck!"

What the hell had this day come to? First he couldn't get his cup of coffee. Then his dick decided it wanted to play, and now his bar of soap wanted to escape out of his claws. Leaning back, fingers bracing the lip of the bathtub, Giovanni roared with all his might.

"Heath! Bobby! Any of you asses. Get in here now. Pick up my soap." But no reply greeted him. Only the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.

"Agh." Anger thumped through him.

"Heath! Bobby! Any of you numbnuts, get your asses in here! Right now!" Still no one greeted him. Giovanni had decided the best course of action would be to pick up that bar of soap himself. He stood and was already halfway out of the bathtub when a soft feminine voice greeted him at the door.

"Boss, you need me?"Giovanni jerked his head and saw Jenny. And right then, his dick hardened.

"Oh, fuck!"

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"Boss, you need me?" I said, but I wasn't really looking at his face. No, I was looking at his male anatomy, standing so bluntly on display. My mouth went dry and my heart roared like a thunderstorm. This wasn't what I'd bargained for when I came to tease him. Nope, not at all. It was one thing to hide behind a shower door and peek at him. It was another matter entirely seeing his precious tool hanging in front of my eyes. I screeched.

"Gee, you're giving me conjunctivitis. My virgin eyes! They're ruined because of you." I shut my eyes and flapped my arms to keep him away from me.

"Shut up, Jay," Giovanni stammered, just as embarrassed as I was, slipping back into the water. I peeked from between my fingers, seeing his face had gone red, his fingers gripping the lip of the tub until his knuckles turned white.

"What do you want? Why were you calling the guys?" I asked, inching a step closer.

Now why didn't I just scram out of there?
What was I doing standing like an idiot inside the bathroom with my very naked boss in his bathtub?
Waiting for his order?
No. More like curious. That was my middle name.

"Pick up my bar of soap," he ordered, avoiding my eyes.

"Aye-aye." I grinned, knowing he was at a disadvantage. I bravely sauntered across the bathroom, knowing he was too embarrassed to show me his anatomy again.

"What's taking so long?" he snapped when I didn't comply in time.

"I'm getting it," I grumbled, slowly bending down to pick up the slippery thing.

"Gee. Calm down. You might burst a blood vessel."

"Jay!" Giovanni snapped, turning his head to me. And our eyes locked. I smirked. And winked mischievously.

"Yes, boss."

"Shut up!"

"Okay, boss." I bobbed my head. And the slippery soap jumped out of my hand.

"And look what you made me do. Now I have to pick it up again for your majesty." I smirked when Giovanni gave me another death glare. I simply ignored it.

I was about to grab the soap again when my foot accidently slipped on it, and suddenly, I was skiing with my bare feet, careening to an unknown destination. Oh hell, I was like a bird. No, more like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day, with the wings plucked out. I slid, glided, and flew, crashing right into Giovanni, only bracing myself when both my hands landed in the bathtub to stop my fall. But I realized my hands were touching something long... and hard... and growing under my fingers the more I touched it. Giovanni gulped. I gasped and stared at him. He looked at me. And suddenly, it dawned on me. I was actually touching

"Boss... your... banana-"

"Fuck! Get your hands off me."

Giovanni kicked at my hand. I lost my balance, toppled over, and fell right into his lap, splashing more water from the bathtub, my body now soaking wet from head to toe.

"Jay, the fuck? Get off me." He wiggled, trying to push me off. But that only resulted in me becoming more tangled with him. Literally. My cheek kissed his chest. My arms were flung around his waist. I could feel all of him. His taut muscles. His hard abs. And that made me shiver with that foreign feeling again. I opened my eyes, glancing up to see his angry face, when I saw the tattoo on his chest. From this distance, I could see the intricate design. Two dragons entwined. How very intimate. Heck, what was I thinking? In this position, Giovanni and I were also intimate. We were molded together like that dragon tattoo.

"Calm down, boss. Stay right there. I'm just going to get out slowly. Don't move." Giovanni's breath was haggard, like he was running out of oxygen. I knew he was going to snap off my head the minute he regained strength.

"Are you calm yet?" I meekly asked.

"I fucking am. Now get off me." His voice was like a piece of taut string. And it was about to break any second.

"I am. And I will." I pacified him. Slowly, I reached to grab hold of the tub for support. I was about to jump out when I slipped again, stepping on his banana.

"Fuck!" he hissed, pain shooting up his eyes. "That's it." Giovanni tossed me, splashing an obscene amount of water in my face. I yelped. Somehow, during the time I had my eyes closed, Giovanni had me underneath him, his broad chest looming above me.

"Boss!" I flounced about. Swearing as if he were seriously pissed, Giovanni bolted out of the bath and disappeared out the door, leaving me with no air to breathe. By the time I got downstairs, all wet and dripping, Bobby was blinking at me, his mouth full of noodles.

"Jay, what'd you do to the boss? He was dripping wet in his bathrobe."

"You know where he went?" I asked, eyes searching around the room.

"How should I know?" he asked between munching his cup of noodles.

"But one thing I know is you'll be dead meat when he gets back."

Oh, dear. I was so not looking forward to that.

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