Page 37 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Valentino’s – mine – probably both.

I ran back out, got paper towels, and cleaned everything up.

Then I sniffed the air.

Ittotallysmelled like somebody had had sex in there.

I flung the pantry door open and closed, trying to air it out –

Then finally got a box of matches and lit one after the other, hoping to disguise the scent with the smell of smoke.

By 6:28, I was back at my station, chopping onions like nothing had happened.

The first kitchen hand walked in three minutes later.

He sniffed the air, then turned to me. “Did you light matches in here?”

“I’m a little gassy this morning,” I said, blushing hard at saying something so embarrassing. “So I tried to cover up the smell.”

“UGH,” he groaned, then glared at the smaller-than-usual pile of chopped onions in front of me. “What did you do, spend half the morning in the bathroom?”

“I’ll go faster,” I promised.

And I did.

Twenty minutes later, I was still running behind. The entire kitchen staff was irritated with me –

But it was worth it.

SO worth it.

I was only afraid of one thing:

That after he got some post-nut clarity, I’d never see Valentino again.

That he would ignore me…

Or just smile politely…

And worst of all, that I would never get to have that gorgeous cock inside me again.

I needn’t have worried.

He saw me three more times throughout the day. Every time, he could barely repress a smile.

The last time, he leaned down when no one was watching and whispered in my ear, “Get here earlier tomorrow morning.”

My nipples hardened at the sound of his voice.

You better believe I got there earlier – 4:30, thirty minutes before my usual time.

I did as much prep as I could, as fast as I could –

Until he showed up at 5.

We didn’t say a word –

We just started kissing and frantically undressing each other –

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