Page 17 of The Mobster's Angel

I turn my head and catch her lips. “Goodnight.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

Olivia

My eyelids opento warm sunlight spilling into the room.

I thought my bed was nice at the Rossi house, but this bed is in a league of its own. Everything is feather filled and feels like the best quality, like sleeping on a thick, crunchy but soft cloud.

I could get used to this.

Cuddling into the pillows, I bury my head in deeper and remember that I don’t have to get up early. Jack said I can stay for as long as I need to. I’m not staff here, so I don’t need to sneak out for an early morning swim.

Jack.

Everything that happened last night comes back in a rush that has me feeling giddy again. I don’t know how it happened. I only know that I wanted it. Wanted him to give me it. And I’ve never felt like that about a man before.

I’ve never had any men in my life, and I guess I like the way he takes control. It’s not forceful or demanding, but I somehow want to listen to him. The way he talks about me, the things he says to me, they have me wanting to please him.

It’s just all so strange and new and… exciting.

Like a fantasy. A dream come true.

I don’t want it to end just yet.

A sound has my head turning to the far side of the room, where Jack is standing fully dressed next to a small table.

There are plates and glasses and a vase in the center with a single pink rose.

Breakfast?

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

I sit up and yawn, stretching my arms out above my head. I’m a little tender, but it’s nothing too bad. It was worth it.

“What time is it?”

Jack shoves his hands in his pockets and grins at me. “It’s late. About three hours later than my first meeting, but I promised I’d be here when you woke up, and here I am.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. I’m about to get up, but then I realize that I’m still very naked. I can feel everything that happened last night between my legs.

“Don’t be. I wanted to stay and… make sure you were okay. I took the day off.” He shrugs and pulls out the chair beside him, gesturing for me to come over.

I smile across at him. “I’m naked!”

“I know.”

The smirk on his face has my stomach tightening. Already, I want to go back and repeat last night.

What the hell has he done to me?

There’s still so much to sort out. He kind of explained why he wanted to help me, although I’m still finding it hard to believe. But we haven’t spoken about what happened in the shop. What he was doing there, and why he needed a gun to do it.

“Can I have a robe or something?”

He chuckles. “Sure.”

When he returns from the bathroom with a white fluffy housecoat, I cover myself up and make my way to the breakfast table.

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