Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“And married too,” she adds, huffing from probably over my sister’s shoulder.
“Which is a thousand times worse. Ugh.”
“Speaking of married…how is the boss?” May asks.
“I haven’t met him yet, and the rest of the staff is nice.” I accidentally drag out nice, giving myself away.
“Nice? Who is treating you shitty?” Uh-oh, here comes the big-sister riot act.
“No one. It’s just a long day, and I should get back to work.” I have plenty of time, but I don’t want an interrogation.
“Fine. We’ll talk about it later.” I end the call and then tuck my phone away.
I still have some time left of my break, so I decide to take a walk to get away from the main house of the estate. I haven’t seen Alessio all day, and that’s a good thing because I need to calm down a bit.
My sister has made me completely paranoid that I’m working for mobsters and not for legitimate businessmen. Sometimes I think my father engrained too much of the whole crime fighting, trust no one mentality into her. She’s obsessed with my job and learning more about my employer than I am. Frankly, all I care about is my paycheck.
It’s something I’m not comfortable with because at the very least she could get me fired, and if she’s right, then we’re both in danger of losing our lives. I haven’t even met Mr. Conti yet, so it’s not like I can judge his character for myself.
“Where are you going?” I nearly jump out of my skin again, but it’s a little more subtle this time. Alessio tends to sneak up on me successfully. It’s a skill he must have honed as a boy because it’s expertly done.
“Alessio?” I press my hand on my heaving chest. “I’m just taking a walk.” I continue on my path, trying to ignore the handsome devil.
With his longer legs, he easily keeps pace with me. “You don’t get enough walking in your day? I thought you’d be sitting down with your feet up.”
“Are you implying I’m lazy?” I question, stopping in my tracks and glaring at the older man. There’s just something sophisticated in his appearance that gives him a mature look, even though there’s no sign of gray hair or wrinkles, so he has to be no more than six to ten years older than me.
“No, no not at all. It’s just that you’ve been busting your little ass for the past week.” So he’s noticed my efforts…I like it.
“Yes, but the air is fresh out here and I’m away from everyone.” Away from him, or so I thought.
“The mansion is too crowded?” he questions incredulously.
“Yes, terribly. Ugh.” I roll my eyes. He smirks and shakes his head.
“That’s going to get your smart ass punished one day.” I’m about to ask him what he means about that when he gets a phone call and walks away from me. As he moves away, I take a moment to admire his backside. My goodness, I’m no better than a guy. He’s in a suit and yet every step he takes, his ass looks so hot. Hell, his entire frame is masculine and large. I want to reach out and wrap my arms around him.
If he is a mobster like my sister believes, I’m in love with the devil’s right-hand man. Love. I’m falling in love.
I walk toward the other end of the property where there is a small farm, and I see a group of kittens playing. They’re so cute. I watch them for a bit, but then I head back to work before Alessio comes looking for me and then I’m in trouble.
Chapter Nine
Alessio
If I hadn’t had business to deal with, I would have joined her on that walk. Still, I’m back and always searching for her location. I really need to put a tracking device on her ass.
Speaking of ass, I’m enjoying the sight in front of me in the guest bedroom as I stare at the sexiest ass wiggling around. It was made to have my hands glued to it, squeezing and kneading that fucker while driving into it, breeding her tight pussy.
She moves and grunts and the little material of her skirt hikes up over her backside, showing a little more and almost baring her ass cheek. What the fuck is she doing under the bed in that short skirt?
“June?” I call out, wanting to drag her out from under that bed.
A thud sends the frame moving. “Ouch. Damn it.”
Shit. I didn’t mean for her to get hurt. “Get out of there, June.”
“I’m trying,” she grumbles, shimmying her bottom out until she’s finally free. Her hair’s a mess and her face is flush, but she looks sexy as fuck.
“What the hell were you doing under there?”
“Why are you always sneaking up on me?” She presses her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest.