The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell was that?

My heart hadn’t stopped its pounding yet. Giovanni was so hot I almost collapsed in front of him. If not for his strong body as my support, I knew I would have toppled over already.

Who knew he looked so captivating after waking from an afternoon nap? Pa always had his tongue rolled out and mucus stuck in his eyes, but Giovanni looked like a male supermodel posing for a pillow commercial.

I breathed out and sighed one more time, then went about my task, when there was a guttural sound from behind.

“Jay!”

“What? Who? How? Where?” I turned around and saw Giovanni charging at me like a bull after a red flag. And I was the red flag.

“Jay! Where the fuck is my coffee?” he hissed, his face twisted and contorted in an angry expression, but somehow he still managed to look hot.

“Boss!” I jumped back as he briskly charged into my personal space. And so began the disastrous event.

When I jumped, the portafilter flew out of my hand, making the ground coffee fly high into the air, spreading its brown particles into the space. And landing only on…

Oh, my God! I cringed.

Giovanni was covered in coffee, from his dark head all the way to the crisp white polo shirt he wore.

I’m in deep shit now.

“I’m sorry.” That was my favorite phrase of late. “I’m so sorry.”

I started dusting him off, thumbs and fingers flicking and swiping and smearing the dust more into his hair and shirt.

I sniggered, a thought suddenly swarming in my head. This could be my revenge since he’d cursed me as his coffee machine. I should just play it cool and pretend to help him.

“Get off me. For fuck’s sake, Jay, get away from me.” Giovanni fought me like I was a contagious bug, putting me at arm’s length.

“No, boss, I have to help you. It’s all my fault.” I ignored his command and kept on flicking at his hair, rubbing in the coffee, adding in a good slap or two on his head.

Giovanni, who was once famous for having midnight-black hair, was now covered in brown particles. I wanted to laugh. The situation was too funny. But his death glare stopped me.

“I said get away from me.” Giovanni pushed me off finally. “Look what you’ve done.”

“I know what I’ve done. I’m truly sorry, boss.” I batted my eyelashes, playing it cool and totally ignoring his command. My, my, I was having so much fun taunting him; I didn’t want to stop just yet. “I mean, look at you. You’re no better than a dirty kid. Here, let me help you wipe it off.” Again, one more blow to his head.

“For fuck’s sake, that’s enough!” Giovanni barked, backing until he crashed onto the couch, lying awkwardly.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

That still didn’t stop me. I climbed onto him and dusted the powder off for him.

Suddenly, all was silent. Giovanni didn’t breathe. In fact, he didn’t move. He stayed like a mannequin. I took this opportunity to finish off my task.

“Almost there, boss,” I said, unaware I was literally straddling him.

And then I smiled, only to realize Giovanni was looking at me intently. And I mean really looking at me. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. And dare I say my lips were hovering above his?

I blinked. He blinked. And then…

“The fuck, Jay? Get off me.”

It was like Giovanni suddenly woke from his stupor. He barked, then shoved me off. I crashed, landing with a big thud on the floor.

“Ow!” I whined, rubbing my sore bottom.

“It’s your own fault.” Giovanni became flustered and looked away. “Who told you to climb me like a tree? Fuck!” Giovanni looked down at himself and made a disgusted face. “I have to get out of these shitty clothes. Gotta have a bath. Don’t follow me.”

With that, he disappeared out the door.

Damn, that Adonis. Wait until I saw him again, saying not to follow him. Oh yes, give me three million, and I still wouldn’t follow him into that bathroom. Seriously, nothing would change my mind. Absolutely nothing.

Oh, who was I kidding? Maybe if I spied on him and surprised him like he did to me before, then I’d call it even.

And when I heard Giovanni growl again, barking for Bobby or Heath to come to him, I took it as my cue, bouncing happily at this God-given opportunity, not knowing I’d gotten more than I bargained for with my teasing.