Page 62 of Demanding Mob Boss

Connor says, "Tell that to the boss."

Arlo blanches.

"Are you dating the boss?" Minx asks me.

Am I? I don't know. I let him touch my breasts. He made me orgasm. But I still work for him.

I shrug. "We've never gone on a date."

Minx studies me and then looks over at Connor. "According to that one, the boss is protective of you."

"He is." And it makes me feel safe.

"Huh. I've never known him to be protective of anyone but his family."

I like knowing that and a secret thrill goes through me. He watches me, on his phone. He wants to put a tracker on me so even if my phone is lost, I won't be. Heisprotective of me.

"Do you know Cian very well?" I ask. Is she one of the women who has sucked him off? She's very pretty.

"No, but we all know about him."

"Because he's the boss?"

Minx nods. "It's only smart to know what you need to about the people in power in your world."

"He knows about all of us, too," Connor says with pride. "Cian knows the name and position of every person in the organization, down to the new recruits."

"Does he watch you all?" I ask, wondering if what I took for as special and protective, is just Cian's way.

"Even Cian can't keep tabs on all of us. That's why he has captains."

Mr. Byrne must be a captain because he runs the escort service.

"Does he watch you?" I ask Connor, tugging my jacket closer around me.

"No." Connor gives me a strange look. "He expects me to watch him and learn from him."

"You have camera feeds of him on your phone?"

Connor stares at me like I've grown horns. "What? No. He'd cut off my balls and feed them to me if I invaded his privacy like that."

If someone wants to be watched, it's not an invasion.

"Does the boss watch you like that?" Minx asks, looking worried.

"He watches over me," I prevaricate. It's not a lie, but it's clear Minx and Connor don't understand.

I don't think Ini and Mrs. Hart would either. I should move the camera in my apartment, so it can only see my bed, and not the living room where Ini hangs out too. She doesn't want to be watched.

Not like me.

Maybe Cian could move the camera in Mrs. Hart's apartment to the hall? That's more like public property, right? I wonder if I can find the camera and do it myself.

It is special how Cian watches me. Just for me, like me leaving my bra off today was just for him.

My leg stops jiggling. Every time I feel my t-shirt rubbing against my naked bosom, I think of Cian. Is that why he told me to leave it off? Or was it because he wanted to see the way my breasts bounce when they're unfettered?

Either way, it's only for him and I like knowing that.

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