Page 9 of Maid For The Mafia Informant

But in reality? In the seconds that follow her opening that door?

She covers her mouth, a confused look clouding her pretty face as she spins on her heel, dashing from the bedroom.

I hear the buzzing and then the heavy click of the door. Murmured voices.

And she’s gone.Chapter FiveSophieIf I had any doubts about the looks Ben was giving me, about how he really felt about me. What I see when I open the bathroom door, what he tells me, it sends such a shiver right through me I feel like I’m about to burst on the spot.

He’s a big guy, and his huge frame fills most of that little bathroom, but his member though. I don’t think I’ll ever get the image out of my mind, thank God for that too.

He’s yanked his pants down just enough, giving me a perfect view of not just his massive, fat dick; but his powerfully strong legs too.

Even with the rest of his clothes on, I can see every muscle in his huge body tensing.

But hearing him growl my name like that, as he finishes. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life, and I’m suddenly not sure exactly what my own body wants to do it’s all so new to me.

For some obscure reason, I watch myself as if I’ve left my body almost like I’m a step or two behind myself.

I turn on my heel and rush for the front door, pounding on that buzzer until the guard outside opens the door.

“Everything alright. Miss?” he asks, looking concerned, craning his neck to look past me into the room.

“Uh… I need towels, and linens… there’s nothing to make the bed with,” I hear myself stammering, watching the guard makes a face before he shrugs and moves aside, pulling the heavy door closed behind me.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” he murmurs, taking the seat by the door again, noisily rustling his newspaper. “Twelve hours of it today,” he observes, ignoring me and sounding more like he’s complaining to himself.

I feel like I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life, turning my back on Benjamin Slade right when he’s telling me, hell. When he’s showing me just how he feels about me.

I stumble towards the elevators, making my way back down to the ground floor and groaning out loud as I pass through the huge front doors again.

Nobody tries to stop me, the place is like a vacant building.

But once I’m back out on the street, the sharp sound of the heavy glass doors snapping locked behind me tell me why.

Unless I have a passkey or am with someone who does, I won’t be coming back anytime soon.

I look up hopelessly feeling I might get a glimpse of Benjamin Slade watching me. But it’s just that.

Hopeless.

The sudden sound of a car gets my attention, and the familiar dark car that brought me here swings around, pulling up right next to me.

I get in, and the driver glances at his watch for a moment but says nothing.

About fifteen minutes later, the car pulls up in front of my apartment building and drives off slowly only after I’ve gone inside.

I don’t even remember taking the stairs up to my own apartment, and once inside I’m yanking at my own clothes as I head for my own bathroom.

I feel like I’m possessed by that image like I’ll never get any peace until Ben Slade is buried deep inside me.

My God, can you hear yourself! What is wrong with you, Sophie?

It’s true, the effect the man has on me is incredible, always has been. Now I’ve come as close as a girl can get without actually doing anything with him, and instead of feeling like running was the right thing, I feel again that I’ve missed my only chance at not just Ben, but at happiness itself.

The warm water of the shower makes me jump, peppering my body like fingers.

Fingers I wish now had Ben Slade controlling them. I run my hands over my own body, something I never do, but thinking of him I just can’t help it.

I also can’t help but notice how aroused I still am, like it’s a curse now. Something that will never go away until I give myself to Ben.

As if that’s gonna happen now.

Switching warm to cold water, I finish showering and hope that will do the trick.

I have no idea how to pleasure myself and know that it wouldn’t be the same anyway.

The only hands I want on me are Ben’s. The only thing I want inside me is his huge, thick-

The phone ringing snaps my attention back from my latest fantasy, the one where Ben has me bent over his bed as he pounds me from behind, gripping my hips and telling me I’m the only thing that can make him come.

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