Alexandra pulls her red lipstick slowly across her full pouty lips being careful to cover every line. When she is satisfied she gives herself a wicked smile before turning to the man behind her. He is lying naked on his bed, limbs stretched out and tied to each bedpost. Alex walks slowly to him before placing her perfectly painted lips to one cheek. Taking out her lipstick she very carefully covers his lips and writes an elegant A on his forehead. Without so much as a second glance at his lifeless body she saunters out the hotel room.
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Love, A.
RomanceAlexandra was not a fool. She was well aware her boss was the leader of the mafia. She was also aware he kept her around because of her specific skill set. She liked her job. She liked her boss. She liked her skill set. But what if she could do some...
