Page 3 of Curvy Girl for the Mafia Daddy

Instead, I'm obsessing over a goddamn nanny.

I shake my head in disgust. Get it together, Romano. You're not some horny teenager. You're a fucking king.

But when I close my eyes, all I see is Dana. That sweet, curvy body. Those defiant eyes. That smart mouth that needs to be put to better use...

Fuuuuck.

I adjust myself, my cock already half-hard just thinking about her. This isn't like me. I'm always in control. Always calling the shots.

But something about her gets under my skin. Makes me want to lose control. To take her and make her mine in every way possible.

I need to stay away from her. For both our sakes. She's here for Matteo, not to be my plaything.

But, oh, what a curvy little plaything…

Dana

I carefully close the door to Matteo's room, relief washing over me. After a few hours of playing, reading stories, and gently soothing him, the poor little guy is finally asleep. My heart breaks for him. I can't imagine the trauma and confusion he must be feeling.

I lean against the wall for a moment, closing my eyes and just breathing. It's been a whirlwind since I arrived at the Romano estate. The sheer opulence of the place is staggering. And the man who runs it all...

Luca Romano. That name sends a shiver down my spine. He's easily the most intense, intimidating man I've ever met. Those piercing blue eyes seem to see right into my soul, stripping away every defense. And the way his suit clings to that powerful, muscular body...

No. I mentally shake myself. I can't be thinking about my boss that way. Especially not when he's just lost his brother and taken on the enormous responsibility of raising his orphaned nephew. Luca needs my help with Matteo, not my schoolgirl daydreams.

I straighten up, smoothing my skirt. I need to stay focused on what matters—taking the best possible care of that sweet, traumatized little boy. Even if his uncle does make my knees weak and my heart race.

I head downstairs in search of the kitchen, figuring I should familiarize myself with the layout of this massive house.

As I turn the corner into the lavish kitchen, I stop short. Luca is there, his back to me as he faces the marble countertop. His suit jacket is off, revealing the way his crisp white dress shirt stretches across his broad shoulders.

My breath catches in my throat. I didn't expect to run into him so soon. Or for the sight of him to affect me so viscerally.

Get a grip, Dana. He's your boss, not a GQ model.

I clear my throat softly. "Mr. Romano, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just looking for the kitchen..."

He turns slowly, those ice blue eyes locking onto mine with laser focus. "It's Luca. Mr. Romano was my father."

"Luca," I repeat, my tongue darting out to wet my suddenly dry lips. "I just wanted to let you know that Matteo is asleep. He was understandably upset, but I managed to calm him down."

Luca nods, his gaze never leaving my face. "Good. That's...good."

Is it my imagination, or is his voice a little rougher than before? I suddenly feel too warm, too aware of him as a man, not just my employer.

"I know my way around kids pretty well," I say inanely, desperate to fill the charged silence. "I'm sure in time, with patience and love, Matteo will adjust to his new normal."

"His new normal?" Luca repeats, something dangerous flickering in his eyes. He steps closer, crowding into my space. "There's nothing normal about a five-year-old losing both parents. Nothing normal about having to live with an uncle he barely knows, in a world he has no idea about."

I stand my ground, lifting my chin. "I just meant that with the right support, Matteo can learn to cope and even thrive, despite the tragedy he's facing. He's so young. He's resilient."

Luca scoffs, a harsh sound. "Resilient? He shouldn't have to be resilient. He should have his parents. His innocence."

"You're right," I say softly. "It's not fair. None of this is fair to Matteo. But he has you now. He needs you."

Something in Luca's gaze shifts, a raw vulnerability peeking through before it's quickly shuttered. "I don't know how to do this. How to be what he needs. I'm not exactly fatherhood material."

I boldly reach out, laying my hand on his muscular forearm. His skin is warm, the dusting of hair tickling my palm. "You'll figure it out. You'll learn. And I'll be here, every step of the way. For Matteo."

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