“Cancel it.” He demands darkly.
“I can’t. I need the job.” I stammer.
“Cancel it. I have a job for you.”
Why do I want to do exactly what he tells me to do? I’m a rebel. I shouldn’t want to do what he tells me to do. But at the same time, I don’t want to, and I want to push my luck with him to see what will happen. Sheesh. I have issues.
I sigh loudly and roll my eyes. “Doing what exactly? Your laundry? Cleaning your toilet?”
“No. You will work in my house as my personal assistant.”
“As your housekeeper. So, not just your laundry - all of your cleaning. I suppose you expect me to wear one of those French maid’s outfits?” I say sarcastically.
He chuckles, licking his lips. “You can wear that - I certainly won’t complain. But you won’t be cleaning anything. I have a housekeeper. You will arrange my travel plans, my holidays, my social calendar. And I assure you that the pay is going to be to your liking.”
He can see he’s caught my attention because he feels bold enough to release my arm from his steel grip - fully confident that I won’t run away.
“So, arealpersonal assistant then. What’s the catch?” I raise my brows and fold my arms across my chest, jutting one hip out.
“The catch is that if you misbehave - I punish you.”
My heartbeat races faster.
I bite my lip.
Dammit, Misha. Stop thinking like that.
“Most people just fire me when I misbehave.” He’s already seen a sample of what I’m capable of when I don’t like how I’m treated at my job.
“I do things my way.”
His eyes are so gorgeous I can’t look away.
It’s crazy how, if his son is anything to go by, he just got better and better looking with age. Fuck. He’s so sexy. I have to answer him. But instead of pondering the pros and cons of working for a mafia boss like I should be doing - I’mpervinghim.
“Um. What is my pay? What are you offering? I won’t accept anything less than?—”
“The amount you stole from me,” he says calmly.
I bite down hard on my lip. “I’ll pay it back.” I mumble, feeling my cheeks flush with heat.
“No need. But that amount is your salary.”
“You’re going to give methatamount monthly?Everymonth?” I say in disbelief. This is too good to be true.
“No, my black-hearted little raven. Weekly. But it is a live in position. And I need your answer right now.”
He’s got me backed up into a corner. He knows I can’t turn down an offer like that but he’s crazy for offering it in the first place. Crazy enough to catch my attention and turn me on at the same time.
“What if I say no?” I ask, but my voice comes out as a whisper.
He steps very close to me and runs his hand up the back of my neck, twisting his fingers in my long hair, he pulls my head backward, tilting my face towards his. He presses his lips against my ear.
“We both know you will not say no, Misha.” His voice vibrates through me as he pushes his pelvis into me, letting me feel how his cock is growing harder.
My knees are growing weak, and my heart is beating so fast I’m dizzy.
I lean against him and gently rest my hand on his solid chest, taking in a sharp breath.
