Page 17 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

Yearning for that hot length of his to somehow get all the way up inside me.

Holding back, I listen but can’t hear too much. Finally, I pluck up the courage to enter the room, busying myself with the trash and equipment.

And just as magically as it all started, it’s over.

Partridge practically drags me out of there, telling me it might be tomorrow, might be next week when I can come to Ben again.

It breaks my heart, and I can see the effect it has on Ben, who I know has a plan already.

Doesn’t he?

I can’t be sure, so before the door closes, as I mouth the words I have to let Ben know, I slip a length of tape I found in the kitchen over the latch on the steel door.

The door clunks behind Partridge and me, but there’s no tell-tale snap. Nobody seems to notice, but I only hope Ben does. Along with what’s written in tiny writing on it.

It’s all I can think of to even give him a chance at getting out of there, doing things his own way.

Doing me too, hopefully.

The ride back to my place is a quiet one until Partridge breaks my train of thought, which is of course, only about Ben.

“Everything alright?” he asks, sounding more like my dad than anything else.

My dad! He’ll throw a fit once he hears about this.

“Fine,” I murmur, looking out the window, not daring to cross my legs yet. The memory of Ben’s touch is still too strong.

“Well, you got your check,” he continues absently. “And just remember what we spoke about. About not telling anyone.”

I nod with determination, turning to face him. “I won’t,” I tell him truthfully.

If only you know how much I won’t.

“Not even your dad,” he adds, and I feel a jolt of panic at the mention of my Dad.

“It’s alright, Sophie. We did our homework before approaching you for the job… your father’s as clean a cop as you’ll ever find. Plus…” but he trails off.

“Plus what?” I ask, sensing he has more to say.

“Nothing,” he adds quickly. “Just we also picked you because it wouldn’t give you or Ben any other ideas. Not like that damned guard back there...” he trails off.

I feel confused, then angry.

“Just what do you mean?” I snap, but Partridge only smiles.

“Never mind,” he says, waving his hand. “It’s nothing, but that guard? Don’t think for a second I don’t know what he’s up to. We have more than one witness or informant on that floor, in that whole building.”

But I don’t care about that, I’m more hurt by what he’s just said about leaving me and Ben alone together.

“So, you wanted a trustworthy but ugly maid, is that it?” I ask, watching his reaction.

He winces, almost thinks about backpedaling, but lets it go.

“I never said that Sophie, you just did. Just remember what I said about keeping quiet, okay?”

He glances over, his eyes are tired but clear. I nod and he creases a smile.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, and drives on in silence until we reach my building.

“There’s more than one set of eyes on you and your house, Sophie, so don’t worry about your own safety. Here’s my direct number if you get stuck,” he says, pressing a small card into my hand.

“But… I mean, what about-” I stammer, suddenly remembering I don’t know when I’ll even get to see Ben again.

“I’ll be in touch about your next cleaning appointment,” he says dryly. I feel like I’ve been punched, but keep a brave face up, even just for Ben.

I make my way inside, feeling that there is someone, or something watching the place. But it’s not the same feeling I had when I knew Ben was watching me, which is all I want now.

It’s all I’ll ever want, and as soon as I’m inside, I throw myself face down on my bed and cry.

I cry for Ben. I cry for always being the chunky girl that never gets picked for anything and when I do I lose anyway, but most of all I cry because I don’t know when, or even if I’ll see Ben ever again.

My heart has gone from being captured and pampered to feeling broken all in one day.

Eventually exhausted and having no more tears to cry I feel myself slipping into a deep sleep.It’s dark when I wake up, my throat hurts and my eyes sting still from crying so much.

The only plus is when I move to stand, I have a pleasant, warm ache between my legs still. It makes me smile, and even though it hurts to think of Ben because I might not see him again, I’ll always have the memory of that one time at least.

I should’ve let him have me. I should’ve begged him to take me like I need it.

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