I know I will never be the same again.
Lorenzo
She’s everything. Everything I’ve ever craved, everything I’ve ever desired, everything I’ve been waiting for all these years. Lydia is perfection.
I had no idea what she looked like when she was hired as my maid. In fact, my head of staff handled the hiring process, preferring to check out the candidates himself. I certainly wasn’t expecting this beautiful woman to show up on my doorstep and change everything forever.
It’s insanity. I’ve never once looked twice at a woman. I was starting to believe that I’d never meet a woman who interested me. But now I know that my patience has paid off. Lydia is the only person that can fill this hole inside me.
Except she can’t. As I walk her through the house, refusing to look in her direction, I know I should send her away. She’s going to be nothing, but a distraction to my work. She’s going to consume my every thought with fantasies of the things I want to do to her. I can’t keep her around.
But even if she’s gone, will I ever get her out of my mind again?
I can’t just send her away. She’s come all the way from America. Besides, at least I can make her feel comfortable here. At least I will be able to see her beautiful face every day and know that she sleeps under my roof, unable to be taken by some other man. I set down her suitcase at the bottom of the staircase for the staff to handle and turn to her.
“Come to my office.”
I never let anyone outside of the mafia in there. I never let staff in there, for sure. But I want her to be in my most intimate and private space. I stride through my home, letting her take it all in in awe. When we reach my office, I finally turn to look at her.
She’s only wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, but she looks incredible. The jeans hug her ass and curvy hips. Blonde curls fall over her shoulders, and down to her heavy breasts. She looks a little nervous, but there’s a spark in her blue eyes like she’s intrigued by what I can offer her. I want to grab her and kiss her right now. I want to make her surrender her body to me. I want to take her hard and fast on my desk in my office. She has no idea the effect she has on me…
And she can never know.
“Take a seat,” I growl as she passes by me. Her arm brushes against my chest, and I feel my cock jerk in my pants. I’ve never had any interest in women before, and yet one touch from her feels like she’s brought my entire body to life. I sit down opposite her and take her in, wishing my hands could roam over the curves of her body.
“Welcome to my home,” I tell her in English. I’ve been told that she speaks some Italian, but I want her to feel comfortable, so I’ll use her native language. “I’m looking forward to having you working here, it’s unlikely we will see much of one another. I’m away a lot for work, and I spend long hours in my office when I’m home...but I’m glad you’re here.”
She blushes. “Thank you, sir.”
“Call me Lorenzo,” I say. She turns an even deeper shade of red.
“Okay...Lorenzo. I’m excited to be here. I hope...I hope we see more of one another than you anticipate.”
Damn, this girl knows exactly how to get me. Does she know the effect she’s having on me? Does she know how damn sexy she is?
I hear footsteps in the corridor and curse quietly under my breath. I almost forgot about this morning’s meeting. I wasn’t expecting to get so attached to the maid or to bring her to my office. I shake my head to myself. Where is my professionalism?
“The household staff will familiarize you with your chores,” I tell her gruffly. “You are dismissed.”
She looks a little surprised at my abruptness. It comes from years in the industry, I guess, but I didn’t mean to be that way with her. I only ever want her to be comfortable with me, but the damage is done. She stands up, brushing herself off self-consciously.
“Thank you for welcoming me to your home,” she says quietly.
As she turns and walks away, I watch her ass swing and wish I could follow after her. But even as I’m still lusting over her, Marco enters the room, his withered face hard as stone. His cane supports him even with his bad leg and I remind myself that my work is my life. Marco once allowed love to distract him and it got him a bullet in the hip. I stand to greet him with a handshake, telling myself to put Lydia in the back of my mind.
But I don’t think that’ll ever be possible again.
“Lorenzo,” Marco says, taking a seat. “I have a new task for you. I want this to be handled quickly and sensitively.”
I nod. Marco trusts me with a lot. I’ve never been a violent person and he knows it. He knows that it’s my cunning and intimidation that gets us what we need. I don’t need a gun in my hand to scare people into doing what I want.
“The Moretti family?” I ask. He nods.
“Yes. They still owe us money. I think they need a push in the right direction, don’t you?”
I nod. I understand exactly what he needs me to do. He needs me to sit down with them and warn them that we mean business. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have a talk with a mafia wife or a son of theirs. Scaring the little people in the mafia families also makes waves within a mafia family without being too
