Page 97 of Demanding Mob Boss

I shrug. "I made Cian two. Maybe he'll share."

We walk into the office suite and Cian is standing in the open doorway to his office, like he's waiting for me. My face breaks into a smile when I see him even though he looks intense, almost angry.

His hard blue gaze softens for just a moment before he glares at his cousin. "Get your own damn breakfast. She cooked for me."

"I'll remember that the next time Ma sends home her corned beef and cabbage with me," Connor says.

Cian ignores his cousin and goes back into his office. I follow and place his food on his desk for him. "Eat before it gets cold."

"You need to wear your noise cancelling earbuds today. If anyone comes in, do not speak to them unless I bring you into the conversation. Even if they try to talk to you first."

"Okay." I'm not offended. I know this is for my security as much as his.

He never spelled it out when we had extra people coming into the office, before he moved me to work with Jimmy, but that was the way it played out. Cian has always been picky about who talks to me, and I always assumed it was about my safety, considering his role in the mob.

Besides, I'd rather follow this stricture than have to leave Cian's office again.

I put in my headphones and pair them to my phone for work before I get started on the things piled on my desk. There is paperwork that needs to be filed, documents that need to be filled out and copied and I've got a ton of email in my inbox. Connor and Cian have trusted me with more and more administrative work the longer I've been here.

When it's time for lunch, I call for delivery from the Greek deli.

Stavros tells me to inform Cian he's seeing to the food personally. I'm not sure why. So, I ask after I hang up.

"Stavros said he's seeing to the food personally and to tell you. Why?"

"Safety," is all Cian says in reply.

Is Stavros part of the mob? But he's Greek. I don't ask because I'm positive Cian wouldn't answer that particular question.

We all eat together in the conference room. Lachlan, Connor, Jimmy, Cian and me. No one talks about mob stuff, but Jimmy looks stressed. Did Connor tell him about Elliott and Dot?

Connor doesn’t seem any tenser than he has been all morning. Everyone is on edge. So, I think maybe that's not it.

When we get back to the office, it's just me and Cian.

CIAN

Anna doesn't put her headphones back in after lunch but stands in front of my desk biting her lip.

"What is itmo chroí?"

"I…" She looks away, hiding from me, but then her head comes back around, her violet gaze locked on mine. "I want you to put your hands on my breast. I keep thinking about Detective Grieves touching me. I only want to think about your touch."

"Shut and lock the door," I grind out, pushing my chair back from my desk.

Anna's curvy hips sway as she crosses the room. The doorlatch snicks into place a moment later and I hear the whisper of the lock turning.

She turns around and walks toward me, her eyes beautiful and dark with arousal.

I stand up and move toward the leather couch. "Yesterday, you told me you had never been touched before."

Anna nods.

"Does that mean you've never had sex?"

"Only with you."

That tells me all that I need to know. My girl has never had a cock in her pussy and she will never have another besides mine.

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