Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Nothing Happened **ROMANY** "What the fuck?" Damien said, his face twisting into a mask of fury.

"Damien," I whispered.

He snatched my arm and tuggedtoward him, then with a quick glance around began pullingtoward the service elevator.

He hissed, "I can't believe you would do something like this. We'll take the elevator up so that nobody sees you in *his robe." "You're hurting me!" I complained.

He immediately gentled his grip, glancing down atwith concerned eyes. He didn't letgo until we were riding toward the third floor. "Nothing happened," I said honestly.

He snickered. "Uh-huh. Just like nothing happened between you and Alex." I flinched, reeling back a step as he sneered at me. "That was different," I said softly.

His jaw clenched, his dark blue eyes flashing. "Was it? Just like I was different?" "No," I insisted, then thought better of it. "Yes." I huffed, "No. What I mean is I-" "Save it," he hissed, pullingalong as the elevator doors opened.

The halls were empty, *thank God*, and once he hadinside my suite he locked the door behind us and draggedinto my room, closing that door as well. When he turned around, he shook his head in disappointment. "I really thought you liked me," he said, eyeing Mickey's robe. "I thought we had a connection." "We do," I insisted, and it was true. Out of all three of them, Damien was the one that I felt an emotional connection to. Sure, I was attracted to Alex, *who wouldn't be,* and Mickey had a sexual energy that was hard to resist, but Damien... he was my Dreamboat. *God how stupid am I? What's wrong with me?* I'd never been this way. Physically attracted to so many men at once. "I just... I..." Snapping my eyes closed, I shook myself. "You didn't even tellyou were leaving," I said sadly. "You didn't even say goodbye." He stared at me, his face falling guilty. "I was angry," he said. "I texted you yesterday and apologized, but you never responded." "Oh," I winced. "My phone was up here and I was-" "Down there," he finished for me, his face lighting with anger once again. His gaze roamed over Mickey's robe yet again. "Tellthat you're not naked under that thing." I bit my lip. I couldn't say that. Of course I couldn't.

He snorted, shaking his head as he stalked toward me. I peered up at him, backing away until my legs hit the bed. He stopped directly in front of me, then ever so slowly, reached out and began to untie the robe. I gasped, but I didn't stop him. He kept his gaze steady on mine until the belt fell away. Then he dropped to his knees, still watching my eyes as he carefully peeled it open and exposed my nude body completely. His eyes lowered slowly, his pupils dilating as he drankin. He groaned deep in his throat as he studied my breasts.

"I knew they would be beautiful," he hissed. "And I would touch them right now if I thought I could stop myself from taking you against the edge of the bed." He groaned, clamping his eyes shut for what felt like a full minute. When he opened them again, they were dark with something like anger. "I heard you were attacked," he rasped out, lifting his hands to stroke up and down my torso. "Where are you hurt?" I whimpered, my body heating. "The back of my head and the back of my hip." He growled, leaning forward to press his lips against my mid-section. "I'm going to tear that fucker apart," he promised. His tongue lashing out to swirl around my belly button. When his eyes lowered even further and locked on my sex, he moaned. "Alex is calling a special... meeting. When it's over," he said, his voice heavy with lust. "Tonight, while everyone else is asleep. I want to cback in here and taste every single inch of you." He dipped forward, pressing a hot wet kiss on my pelvis, just above my folds. I gasped, driving my fingers into his hair as I fell back on the bed so that I could bring his mouth with me.

He chuckled, drifting his tongue downward and over my slit. "Fucken heaven," he groaned, his head still between my legs as he sucked gently on my clit.

I gasped, my back arching upward for more. "Yes," I sighed. "Please!" "You're going to fucken end me, I just know it," he said, dipping his tongue in deep and causingto spasm off the bed. Then he stood, gently closing my legs as he heaved up above me.

"What are you doing?" I whined.

"I have to go. Alex is waiting in the meeting room with Gerald." "Who is Gerald?" Anger flashed in his eyes. "The bastard that attacked you yesterday."

"He's still alive?" For sreason, that knowledge shocked me,om hooked me. although it really shouldn't have. It was presumptuous ofto think otherwise.

Damien growled, "Not for very much longer." He eyed my naked body one final tbefore turning tuxing around You should get dressed. Alex will be wondering what's takingso long." As he headed for the door he threw one last glance my way. "Prepare yourself. Wear something you don't mind getting dirty." I shot up on my elbows, not even caring that my breasts were still completely exposed. "What? Why?"

He grinned over his shoulder at me.

"Because Alex will be calling for you.

He will want you there when Gerald NO takes his last breath. And... of course... because you *are* the maid after all." With that last reminder, he left the room. Leavingto tremble in my own skin. From both fear and excitement.

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