Page 60 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I want to hear her calling me Andre. Screaming my name as I thrust inside her. But this gives me ideas too, and my cock twitches in my pants.

“I’m getting hot. Can you please do something about it?” Yes, the double entendre is very much intentional.

Having an assistant is so much more fun than I thought it would be. But maybe that’s because it’s Lila Morano who’s fetching me coffee and adjusting my air conditioning.

“You can’t do this yourself?” she mutters under her breath as she picks up the remote control from my desk.

“I could. But I’d much rather you do it.”

Lila glares at me over her shoulder, her long, dark hair hanging loose today. She’s wearing a pair of dark burgundy slacks and a cream silk blouse that makes her breasts look incredible.

It’s part of the reason I’ve come up with the most ridiculous tasks for her to complete today, just so I can have an excuse to look at her.

“Some would think you just want me around.” she presses a few more buttons, causing the air conditioning to rumble to life.

“They’d be correct.” I lean back in my chair, my eyes firmly glued to her ass.

“I can feel you staring, you know?”

“Just admiring the view.” I chuckle.

Lila tosses the remote onto the couch and turns, crossing her arms.

My eyes flick to her breasts, and she must catch me looking as her cheeks flush along with her chest.

I clear my throat, ignoring the ache in my cock as she stands there, a scowl on her face.

Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

“Anything else you’d like me to do?”

I lift an eyebrow. I lower my voice as I let my eyes devour her body. “I can think of many things.”

“W-we have to keep things professional. You’re my boss.” The near breathlessness in her voice has me even harder.

Something else flashes behind her ocean blue eyes.

Sadness? Longing? I can’t put my finger on it.

“I’m well aware of that.” I lean forward to rest my forearms on the desk, not wanting her to notice the evidence of my arousal. “Have any of the tasks I’ve asked of you made you feel uncomfortable?”

Lila looks down, her shoulders sagging a little.

I ball my hands into fists, fighting the urge to go to her. To take her chin and lift her eyes to mine, to work out what’s been eating away at her. Because something has. There’s been an almost pained look in her eyes every time she looks at me, as if it hurts to be in my presence.

The very thought makes my chest ache.

“Lila, I want this arrangement to work for both of us,” I say in a more serious tone.

She lets out a breath, looking up at me under her dark lashes.

“Is there anything else you need?” Her voice is void of any emotion.

I tense at the tone, irritated that she’s not willing to let down her guard.

“You can go.” I mirror her tone.

She nods, averting her gaze, before exiting my office.

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