Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Mickey didn't respond right away and the longer that he stared at me, the more insecure I started to feel. His normally expressive eyes were guarded, his jaw was clenched so tightly I was afraid he might crack his teeth. I took a deep breath and said, "Say something."

Finally his bright green eyes fired up with something like sinister playfulness and a slight smirk played across his lips. "Sleeping next to you would be a very bad idea, Doll." He walked past the bed and stopped in front of the dresser. With his back to me, he dropped his towel, giving me a perfect view of his tightly muscled ass as he pulled a pair of boxer briefs from a door and began to pull them on. "If I lay next to you," he continued, his back still turned, "I am going to want to fuck you."

I shuddered, not saying anything as he slowly turned around. The heat from his eyes was felt between my legs and a near painful pulse had begun in my clit. "I-"

"No!" he cut me off, stepping forward so the light from the bathroom shined across his body. "I know you feel some type of way right now because of what just happened to you. Maybe you think I'm some kind of hero, or have me painted as a good guy, but I promise that I'm neither one of those things. If I get into that bed, I will take full advantage of you in every way I can." His eyes danced over the top of my robe. "In every position that I can."

I huffed in disappointment, my gaze falling to the front of his underwear and the powerfully developed bulge there. It was growing even now, and the transformation was hypnotic. I licked my lips, my breath coming in small gasps and I found myself clutching the blanket, fighting myself not to beg him. "Fine," I hissed finally. "I'll just go back to my room then."

I threw off the covers, ignored the sudden throbbing in my head, and stood to head for the door. He moved so swiftly that I almost missed it, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me back against his chest so that his arms closed over the front of me.

His nose traced over the side of my face and his lips gently grazed my ear. "I don't think so. Until Alex gets back here, there won't be anyone to watch over you on the third floor. You're staying right here, with me." He nipped at my ear with his teeth and I shivered. "Now get back in the goddamned bed."

He released me and I spun on my heels and reluctantly crawled back under the covers, tucking my arms in with my hands under my cheek. I sighed, clamming my eyes closed in frustration. When I felt the blankets shift and his weight dip in behind me, I allowed myself a small secretive smile.

He didn't touch me, he didn't even get close to me. All I could hear was his breathing. It was heavy and harsh, as if he was fuming beside me. Or angry with himself for giving in to my request. After a few long moments I felt him turn and I could almost feel his intense eyes on my back.

"Do you know what I think?" he asked, in a slow careful voice.

"About what?" I replied.

"I think you like to be dominated. I think you want me to slide over there, rip open *my* robe that you are wearing, spread your legs as wide as I can, and fuck you into the goddamned headboard." He whispered, "That is what I think." I lifted my head slightly then turned my face to the side just enough to see the wild heat in his gaze. I said, "Thank you for taking care of me today. Thank you for... standing up for me." Then I lay my head back down and hoped that he didn't see the arousal in my eyes. Because it was definitely there. I just wasn't ready for him to see it.

He chuckled, and I felt his fingers gently stroke through the back of my hair. "You're welcome." He groaned, and I felt him flip back over. "Now go the fuck to sleep."

I smiled to myself and did exactly that.

*******

I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone's intense groaning and I jolted up in bed as if I'd been shot. A glance behind me told me that I was alone in the bed, so I gazed around frantically for Mickey. I didn't see him. but once again. the light was on in the bathroom and the shower was on. A particularly loud moan sounded and I found myself biting my lip. Something was definitely going on in there. But what? Was he in there with one of the maids? Or...

The water cut off and I waited patiently to see who would exit the bathroom with Mickey. Or if he, in fact, would exit alone. Hoping that I wasn't as flushed as I felt, I shifted my hair a bit, xo that it might hide most of my cheeks. When he stepped through the door, once again wrapped in a towel, he was breathing hard and dripping with water from head to toe. His muscles were flexed, the way they might be after an intense workout, and he wore a strangely satisfied smirk on his face.

"Good morning, Doll," he said with a wink, heading straight for the dresser again.

I sat up, watching his graceful body as he pulled on his underwear and pants. I was still staring when he turned around.

He grinned. "What's that look for? You look... hungry." His eyes heated, wandering over my face. "Or jealous."

I glared, hopping out of bed. "Jealous?" I snorted. "Of what? Your hand?"

He laughed, "Hands. Not hand. It takes more than one to handle the beast you created during the night." Smirking, he walked up to me, the bright green of his eyes going serious. "You should go. Alex will be back soon and it might be best if he doesn't know you spent the night here." His eyes lowered, locking on my lips. "With me," he choked out.

I inhaled sharply. "Right," I whispered.

Fighting the sudden urge to kiss him I headed for the door, just to open it and find Damien standing on the other side. *Oh... shit.*