Page 40 of Mob Queen

I adjust my tie and clear my throat, trying to tear my eyes away from her. “Can you help me with my problem or not?” I’m holding on to my resolve. I refuse to let a woman like her distract me.

She licks her lower lip and arches one perfect brow. “And what problem is that?” The corner of her lip turns up in a cheeky smirk.

“You told me to have a list of potential threats ready.”

“Hmmm, did I? When was that?”

Fuck, she’s switched on. “When you busted into my house.”

She holds her hand out and I’m confused at what she’s wanting. “What?”

“Your phone.”

“Why do you want my phone?”

“So I can put my number into it.”

If I give her my phone, she’ll see I’m recording. I need to keep her talking so I have something on her. I’m not cut out for this shit. Frankie wiggles her fingers, indicating for me to hurry up. I take a sharp breath, reach into my pocket and give her my phone. She doesn’t even look at it. She turns and dumps it in a tall glass of water sitting on her desk. “What the fuck?”

“Wouldn’t want some shady shit happening, Miller.”

My mouth falls open as I stare at Frankie. She’s cocky and calculating. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say she’s making me hard. What is it about her that’s sending me fucking crazy? “You owe me a phone,” I say as I push the chair back, stand and head to the door.

“About that list of threats.”

I stop before I reach the door and turn to face Frankie’s smug look. “You dumped my phone in water.”

“You’re a perceptive one, aren’t you?” She eyes me up and down as her tongue sweeps across her lower lip.

With frustration, I march toward her and grab a handful of those unruly curls. “What the fuck is your problem?” Her sharp intake of breath tells me she’s loving this. I’ve never manhandled a woman ? outside the bedroom ? the way I do Frankie. It’s driving me insane that I want to hurt her while I fuck her. Her eyes darken as she continues to stare at me. My hand grips and pulls her hair. “Why did you destroy my phone?” My breath is husky and my voice is low.

Her deep brown eyes stare up at me. The tension is building between us, and I feel my resolve melting as I find myself drawing closer and closer to her mouth. “A girl can never be too careful,” she whispers as her eyes dart down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. She’s fucking teasing me, almost daring me to go in for a kiss that I know will fill me with lust.

“Everything you touch...” I weave my other hand into the nape of her neck, holding her in place.

“...fucking burns,” she says with fire in her eyes. She wraps her legs around my hips and tilts her head back.

This reaction I’m having is disturbing me to my very core. I want her, but... she’s fucking mafia and I’m the governor.

I shouldn’t have her, but maybe if I have a small taste then I’ll be able to move forward and forget her. But I think a woman like Frankie DeLuca is more like an addictive drug than a sample.

I release her hair and step backward, lifting my hand to point at her. “We’re done,” I say and turn away from her.

“Tsk.” The click of her tongue to the roof of her mouth stops me from leaving. This tiny sound forces me to face her. “We’re done when I say we’re done.”

My jaw tightens as I stare at the dangerous woman still sitting on her desk. “Fuck you,” I say before leaving her office.

Her cynical laughter tells me this isn’t over.

My cock strains in my pants, eager.

I’m screwed.

Fuck.

Chapter 14

Frankie

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