Page 2 of Stranded with My Mafia Boss

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Then she glanced at me. After looking blank for a moment, she smiled.

So many teeth there. Very white.

"Damien, I have an offer for a shoot, I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to go. The model who was doing it got sick, but I have to leave right now and get to the flight. Could you be a dear and have one of your men drive me?"

Coming up with that story on the fly must have taken her real effort. No lines to be fed or photographer to tell her exactly which way to look.

I debated resisting for a moment, just to be annoying, then realized it might intimidate her into staying. "Of course. Why don’t you pack now, and Rico and Alex will get you down to the airport as soon as you’re ready."

When she came down again, I handed her the gift-wrapped package, and she kissed me before leaving in a flurry of more kisses blown from her fingertips and a near mountain of designer luggage.

After they left, I texted both Alex and Rico that they could take the rest of the week off and go back home to Boston. After a short argument, they returned to ensure the security system was armed and the arsenal was fully stocked. They informed me that they'd be staying in town, not going to Boston, and drove off, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Katie Jones should show up here tomorrow. There was no way she'd made it by tonight like I'd demanded.

I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes and picturing her in my mind. That fiery mane of red hair all bundled in a braided bun, those emerald eyes that told me to fuck myself while that lovely mouth stammered platitudes, the soft curve of her hips and breasts. She exuded an aura of mature sensuality, and just the mere thought of her sent a surge of desire through me.

Normally I dated tall, leggy blondes, creatures like Foxx who asked no questions and made no demands and were fine with subbing in exchange for luxury gifts.

Katie, on the other hand, was intelligent, strong-willed, and maddeningly cheerful. She'd find a silver lining in the darkest cloud.

She was also blissfully unaware of her undeniable attraction. In the year since she’d come to work with me, the crackle of energy in her presence had left me unsettled and on edge. I wanted to break that sweet exterior and unleash the passion simmering just below the surface. To dominate her completely and make her surrender.

To me.

All I needed was privacy and a little time without distractions, like now.

The idea of having Katie at my mercy, of taking her in every way imaginable, was intoxicating. My cock throbbed in anticipation, and I gritted my teeth. This little game of mine might prove more dangerous than I had anticipated, but fuck, the rewards would be oh, so sweet when she consented.

And she would consent. I would make sure of it.

In a conflict between cheerfulness and passion, I would make sure passion won. By the time I was finished with her, Katie would be begging for more.

Katie

I hung up the phone,cursing under my breath. Why couldn't my boss be aregularbillionaire with normal requests? No, I had to work for a mafia kingpin who sent me on wild goose chases around the globe. Leave Boston to get coffee from Guatemala then deliver it to him on vacation in Aspen? Seriously?

It hadn’t started this way. My degree was in accounting. I’d started taking college classes my junior year in high school, since, Mother had already been hinting she’d be leaving soon. It was hard, but I’d graduated from college in record time and got a real job with a holding company just after my twenty-first birthday. My brother had the insurance he needed, and we had enough money to get by.

I’d worked for the company for three years before I started finding discrepancies and brought it up to my supervisor, and when he did nothing, I took it to his manager.

Long story short, I’d ended up standing in front of the big boss and a couple of guys who looked like they enjoyed chewing nails and spitting out bullets. The phrase ‘an offer you can't refuse’ applied to my reassignment and I became the assistant to the big boss. From accountant to PA. What a step down in resume but a massive step up in pay. I was now the one who handled the unusual aspects of Damien’s business empire. The part where the criminal organization interfaced with it.

My very first task had been fixing the accounting that had made me suspicious.

At least the pay was good, and while my boss had all the warmth of a glacier in a snowstorm, the health insurance covered most of Max’s needs. My younger brother had a chronic autoimmune disease, and treatment was expensive. He’d just turned eighteen and started college, so I hoped he’d get a job with good insurance when he graduated.

Getting this position, however accidental and perilous, had put us in the best place we’d been since Mom left when I turned eighteen. Enough money, so I just triedreallyhardnot to think about what might happen if I got caught. It wasn’t like I could do much about it anyway.

In the meantime, I sucked it up and did the work. I’d been afraid I’d have to deal with harming people, but my job ended up being making sure the money went where it was supposed to go, making appointments with scary people in badly fitted suits to meet with allies and competitors, and weird little jobs like getting coffee from other countries.

Which was actually kind of cool when it wasn’t the freakin’ week before Christmas.

Luckily the company jet was free. I kept a carry-on at work for these emergencies. I was a fool me once kind of gal, and the third time he’d pulled a stunt like this, I’d been prepared. Take that, stone-faced Santini.

Now the hard part.

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