The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

More than a Mafia’s Maid

As soon as I set foot inside Cory Mansion, I was met with a cluster of hugs, shoulder rubs, and patting on my head.

“Jenny, welcome back.” That was Finnie. Still as affectionate as ever.

“Oh, thanks, Finnie.” I launched into his hug.

“I missed you, Jenny.” That was Jonny, rubbing my shoulder.

“I missed you too, Jonny.” I beamed up at him.

“It’s good to have you back, Jenny.” That was Heath, patting my head.

“It’s good to be back, Heath.” I craned my neck to smile at his six-foot-plus stature.

“Give me a hug, Jay.” Bobby snatched me from the other guys and launched into a hugging attack, squeezing me until I almost couldn’t breathe. “And make me some coffee,” he kindly teased. “I’m dying here without your-ouch! What was that for, boss?” Bobby rubbed his head when a smack landed on his skull, delivered by none other than the mafia boss, Giovanni Dente.

“I’m allergic to you guys fawning over each other,” he remarked sourly. “It makes me gag. Now get the fuck out of here.”

“Sheesh, something is riling boss up,” Bobby said, and they all disappeared out the door.

I was about to follow, too, when Giovanni stopped me. “Jay, you stay.”

“What? Um… I…”

“Stay!” he roared.

“Okay. No need to burst a vein.”

I stood there idly, waiting in the large lounge room, and still Giovanni hadn’t instructed me on what to do. Wasn’t that the reason why he’d asked me to stay? Yet he only stared at me, with his eyes running up and down my body so that I was becoming a bit nervous. Those eyes held some sort of secret and I couldn’t figure out what.

“Jay,” Giovanni said suddenly, his voice purring like a panther. His long legs strode toward me, slowly closing the gap between us. “I’m hot. Really hot. My clothes are melting off me. I need a cold bath. A really cold one. To cool me down. Go run me a bath, in the spa pool.”

I stared, mouth gaping open like a Venus fly trap. Giovanni was stripping himself, slowly unbuttoning his crispy white shirt, revealing his masculine chest, making my mouth salivate again and my heart rocket at maximum speed.

What was he doing to me? Was he trying to kill me on the spot, by using his seductive charm? Why must I be his target if he had the hots for some other woman?

Again, I ran like lightning had struck me. I bolted into his bedroom, and hid myself in his bathroom. The faster I got this job done, the faster I could get out of here.

Running the water to make sure it was icy cold, I stepped back, congratulating myself on another job well done, when a warm hand landed on my shoulder. I spun around and-

Holy macaroni cheese! Giovanni was naked. And he was standing right in front of me, with his banana hanging in full swing.

I startled and jumped back. Only to land in the massive spa pool behind me. I floundered and coughed. He only jumped in. But instead of rescuing me from my coughing fit, his hands and knees pinned me against the wall. I was trapped. And as soon as I saw a slow grin appear on Giovanni’s captivating face, I knew I was in big trouble, really big trouble.

Giovanni licked his lips, his eyes deliciously running up and down his maid’s wet body. She was hot. He wanted to rip off that wet clothing that clung to her skin so she could be as naked as he, then he’d show her what fun two consenting adults could do.

But he must restrain himself. To get a good result, he must create a web so intricate his victim, Jay, couldn’t break through.

“Jay. Be a good maid and help me bathe,” he issued his order; smirking, his lips tilted upward in a devilish grin.

“No, boss, no,” she said too quickly, eyes not looking in his direction. “I’m your maid, boss. I’m not your lover. This job should only be reserved for her. So, I think I’ll just scram out of here.”

“Not so fast, Jay.” He reined her back in, clamping her in his embrace. Cuddling her until her back hit his chest, he whispered next to her ear, “To me, you’re more than a maid, Jay. Plus, you’re dirty. Let me help you wash.”

“See. See,” Jay nodded her head vigorously, as if trying to prove her point to him. “You’re right, boss. I’m dirty. Even you mentioned it. And I know how you hate being dirty. So, I think it’s better if you bathe by yourself.”

Jay was about to leap out again when he dragged her back in, sloshing almost three liters of water onto the bathroom floor.

Giovanni didn’t care. He only roared with laughter. It made him sound like a predator, with his prey between his jaws.

Actually, that was what the situation was. Jay was his prey. And he wanted it to stay that way. The prey he would never let go again, the prey he would cherish with all his life. But first, he’d play this game to his full contentment.

“It would make more sense if we both washed each other, Jay. Don’t you think so? So, let me help you bathe.” He continued teasing her, running his fingers up and down her spine.

Giovanni grinned again as she shivered under his touch.

God, she was responsive. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow night when his plan would come to fruition.

“I said I’m fine,” Jenny stammered, face blushing pink, just like he predicted. She even planted both palms against his chest to push him away. Giovanni allowed it, pretending to hit the back wall when she pushed him.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t allow her to have her way, but today, the truth had come out. Today, he’d found out Jay was his little friend Jennifer, and by God, he swore he’d have her, as he’d promised fourteen years ago, even if she couldn’t remember a damned thing about him.

“No, you’re not fine, Jay. You’ve had a hard day today, handing out balloons to those rug rats. And you were dressed in a bunny suit, too. It must have been stuffy. Let me help you wash up.”

“Boss, it’s really fine.” She flung her head from side to side while shuffling herself backward. “You’re having a bath. I should give you some privacy.”

Giovanni laughed, reining her back into his arms. He rasped beside her ears, watching her eyes open large as the meaning of his words sank into her head. “From now on, Jay, there shouldn’t be any privacy between us. Didn’t I say already that you’re more than my maid? So let me wash you. I’ll make sure you’re all squeaky clean, from your head right down to your little toes.”

Jay floundered like a fish, slipping out of his arms again and again, protesting with all her might, until he’d decided he’d enough fun for one day. He let her go.

Jay immediately jumped out of the small pool, landing on the floor, on her butt, with a big thud. She winced, but immediately got up, footsteps running all the way out the door. Not until she was ten feet from him did she turn around and peek at him, using the door as her barrier.

Giovanni chuckled, loving this warm feeling inside of him. He lay back in the spa pool, head relaxing back, and hummed. “I want my bedroom cleaned before I finish my bath, Jay. I want to see my face in all the reflective surfaces. Otherwise, you’re in big trouble. You got that?”

He lifted his head and shifted his focus to his maid, who stood mutely at the door.

When she didn’t respond, he asked again, in his stern boss voice, “I said, did you get that?”

Jay opened her eyes large, nodded once, took two steps backward, then spun out of his vision.

Giovanni chuckled and waited, his ears wide open, listening for any signs of his maid in his bedroom. And he was glad when he heard noises of tugging, pulling, and lifting of bedsheets in his bedroom.

Thinking about bedsheets, he could imagine his maid- or should he start thinking of Jay as his little friend Jennifer now-in bed with him, frolicking, with limbs entwining among the bedsheets after sating their passion.

Giovanni shivered at that thought. A rush of heat ran through his loins, making lust burst out of his pores.

Fuck! Maybe he should just flag his plan and jump her bones right here and now. Yep, that sounded like a better plan. Giovanni knew he wasn’t the patient type, anyway.

“Jay, come here,” he ordered, his voice droning across to the next room.

Less than a second later, Jay was standing with hands bracing the doorframe, her head just entering an inch or two into the bathroom space.

“You called me, boss?” she asked, batting her thick eyelashes, which she did subconsciously. That action always made his dick hard.

“I said to come here, Jay,” he growled, slightly annoyed when she didn’t come near him. He needed to be near her to be able to attack her.

“I’m here, boss. What do you need?” she asked, as if she hadn’t a clue what he meant.

“I said come here. Inside the bathroom, not at the bathroom door,” he spat out.

Jay gave him a nervous grin and batted her eyelashes again.

The fuck! That girl was really playing with fire here. And his damned dick just wouldn’t settle down. It kept on twitching, as if wanting someone to play with it.

“I’d rather stay here, if I may,” she said casually, as if not knowing the effect she had on his dick. “Easy to grab your stuff, if you know what I mean.”

Oh, he sure knew what she meant. Easy to grab his stuff. He sure had some stuff for her to grab, like his dick. But now was not the time to think of such thoughts.

He shoved his perverted thoughts down his throat and gritted his teeth, mad that his maid wasn’t obeying his order. “The fuck, Jay. Don’t piss me off. Get your ass here, right now.”

“With all due respect, boss, sir, I-”

“Argh,” he roared, leaping out of the spa pool, having had enough of playing the waiting game. He took three steps at a time, until he stood right in front of her, furious black eyes glaring down at her.

For fuck’s sake. Jay was peeving him off, big time. Without another word he pinned her, palms smacked against the wall, trapping her. But that fury quickly transformed to lust once again when he saw her biting her lip.

Fuck. Not again. Not the lip. He wanted to kiss those lips so badly he was trembling inside.

God! He needed her now. Right at this minute.

Giovanni gently brushed his nose against her hair, fingers trembling slightly when he thought of Jay as his little lost friend Jennifer. She was so beautiful, so captivating in her innocent sort of way.

“Boss, what are you doing?” She flattened herself even further into the wall.

Giovanni chuckled, voice thick with desire. “You really can’t tell what I’m doing, Jay?”

When she refused to look at him, he pinched her chin and tugged her to face him. Sliding his nose so it caressed her cheek again, he kissed her temple and down until his lips were at the junction of her ear.

He whispered lightly, blowing soft warm air onto her nape, “Remember that conversation in the restaurant, Jay? You said I was a dog in heat. You’re right, Jay. I am a dog in heat.”

“Ahhh, boss,” she stammered again, putting her two palms on his wet naked chest and pushing, but they slipped, resulting in his body squashing her even farther into the wall. She fumbled in the tight space and tried again. He was having a swell time watching her defend herself, and he chuckled again.

“What’s wrong, Jay? Tell me what’s wrong?” He laughed at her distressed and confused face.

Of course she would be confused. He’d done a complete one-eighty-degree turn as soon as he saw his Jennifer again.

“Please, boss.” She tried again, flicking his mind back to their current situation. “Whatever you’re thinking, please stop.”

Giovanni roared into another bout of laughter. “Don’t worry, Jay. You’re not my target,” he caressed into her ear, tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear through that chaotic mess.

Well, not yet anyway, he wanted to say aloud, but he stopped himself in time. Now was not the time to reveal his plan. Tomorrow night, when she would be butter melting in his hands, he’d tell her.

Giovanni cast his gaze down to his maid, who still held a blank look on her face. He guessed she was lost as to what his intentions were.

Giovanni only grinned and spoke again. “Listen carefully, Jay. Tomorrow you’re going shopping with me.”

His maid continued to hold on to that blank expression. His mouth tilted into a smile when she asked, “Do you need me to find you some new clothes, since you’re not wearing any at the moment?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Giovanni chuckled and kissed her hair. “No, Jay. Listen up. You’re going to accompany me to buy a beautiful dress for my woman tomorrow.”

“Your woman?” That got her attention.

“Yes, Jay. My woman. Tomorrow I’m going to meet my Jennifer. And you’re going to be there to help me select the perfect dress for her.”

“You’ve found her, boss?” she asked again, her face clearly searching for an answer.

Giovanni smiled. “Yes, Jay. While you were pretending to be some bunny, giving candy out to little kiddies, Jennifer and I reconciled.”

“Oh, was it from the T. V show?” A frown appeared on her forehead, and he had the urgent need to kiss it away.

“That’s right. Thanks to that show, we’ve finally reunited. We’re meeting tomorrow.” He swiped his lips across her forehead, and again she froze. And she was biting her lip. He tilted her chin up, until their eyes locked. “Well? Will you come tomorrow?”

Jay cleared her throat, giving her verdict. “Look, boss, I’m kind of busy tomorrow. Got to clean the guys’ bathroom. You know what that’s like. A stink bomb. I have to attack it early, before it turns into stink dynamite. I don’t have time to help you look for a dress for Jennifer. I’m sorry. Plus, I think Jennifer would appreciate it more if you put all your effort in finding that dress for her yourself.”

Giovanni’s face turned dark. “Jay, this isn’t a request. It’s an order.”

“But-”

“No buts, Jay.” He halted her protest. “Be ready by two. I’m taking you out after lunch.”

With that said Giovanni concluded his game and casually exited his bedroom with a smirk on his lips; leaving poor Jenny absolutely stunned and totally heartbroken.