Bottom's Up To The Mafia Boss (MXM Novel)

Chapter Ten: A Dangerous Game

"If it had been anyone else, I would have chopped their fingers off for having the audacity to touch me," Fen breathed as I dropped my hand on my lap, my grin widening at his words.

"I count myself lucky then," I murmured slyly, reaching over to stab my fork into a sausage. His eyes followed my movements as I munched over the sausage with gusto, and strangely enough, he kept his narrowed-eye stare at me as I chewed away, a flicker of fascination in his expression.

"You're lucky, now that you're my brand-new employee, so it's best for me to treat you well, am I right?" His velvety voice sounded huskier than usual, and he picked up the crunchy toast with what looked like repulsion on his face.

His fingers plucked at the toast absently, shredding it into thin, crunchy pieces over his lap. I eyed the crumbs falling down on his pants and had to rein in my patience, wondering if he was purposely being messy so I could just clean after him. He didn't seem interested in eating at all, preferring to watch me eat instead. His head tilted to the side as he followed my gaze on his lap and the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"What? Do you want to clean this as well for me?" He inquired softly, as I gave him a wary glance.

"I'm sure you have maids for that, so I shall not impose," I muttered, averting my eyes and taking a sip of the freshly-squeezed orange juice. The sweet, tangy juice slithered thickly down my throat and his following response almost had me spitting it all out.

"I don't mind if you do it," he whispered coyly. "I promise I won't chop up your hands."

"That's very considerate of you," I managed out, placing the glass down on the surface of the cart. "But, I think I am okay."

"Do it."

His immediate reply was harsh and blunt with no room for argument, his eyes glowing brightly as he shifted from his position, angling his lower body towards me. He leaned back, his arms set behind him, the flats of his palms planted on the mattress as he faced me directly. His short order resonated within me and I struggled to evade it, but to no avail. It was hard to resist his heavy, provocative stare so I leaned over, quickly brushing off the crumbs from his dark pants with a hasty swipe of my hand. I was careful to keep my touch light and proper, like I was cleaning a child who had just soiled themselves.

"You're not going to eat the crumbs?" He murmured, looking amused as I finished up. He pointed down the area I had purposely avoided, where the majority of the thumb-sized bread had gathered near his crotch.

"I'm afraid that would be a tad too much for me," I admitted, offering him a meek smile.

"I don't think so," he whispered, peering at me under his lashes. "I think you can handle it."

His taunting smirk curled upwards as I stared at him blankly. No, he is definitely toying with me. He wanted to see how far I would go. There was not much that I was unwilling to do but he was moving much faster than I had anticipated. It was like a test, to see how willing I was–and it was probably a test I would have aced if I wasn't having second thoughts about my realization.

I wondered briefly if this was how he had treated all his new employees as I leaned over his thighs, face-forward on his lap. He kept still as I carefully plucked at the crusts between my teeth, collecting them in my mouth before I chewed and swallowed. The faint fragrance from his pants smelled like laundry and he parted his thighs slightly as I gingerly peeled the smaller crumbs from the fabric, dropping on the floor beneath me. The bulge beneath the front of his pants swelled as I accidentally brushed the surface with my mouth. It grew harder and thicker under my stare and I pulled away so fast that it made me dizzy.