Maid for the Mafia
I'd give you anything...

**ROMANY**

*Tell me about the professor...* Mickey's words vibrated between my ears and I wondered how much he already knew. Maybe he didn't really know anything at all. Any prick who happened to pick up an issue of the Blake University Riot, the school's newspaper, would have been able to read about my so-called 'obsession' with Professor Matthew Jensen. They would have learned that I was expelled for improper negotiations with a faculty member, allegedly blackmailing a faculty member, conspiring to sabotage a faculty member, breaking the code of conduct, and that the faculty member in question - the victim *poor guy* - was exonerated. They would have read that I'd confessed to said atrocities only after being caught *forcing myself on him while regular classes were in session.

They would have read a bunch of lies. Well, the part about my confession is true, but even that is circumspect because out of all of the allegations made against me, I only actually broke the code of conduct. And even that was after Matthew refused to leave me alone. *He* pursued *me*!

Yet somehow... despite all of the abuse and the jealousy, and his obsession with controlling my every little move... he managed to convince me that he loved me. And I managed to let him.

I sighed, barely aware of Mickey's hands as they stroked up and down my torso, stopping just shy of my breasts each time. "How about you tell me what you think you know first," I countered and he chuckled next to my ear.

"You think I'm toying with you," he said. "I'm not. I didn't find out about you from some fucking journal, or internet newspage. Although, I did read them after I heard that you were here." He laughed leaning in close to my face. "And I don't buy for a minute that you were ever obsessed with that clown of a professor."

I tensed, and he continued to stroke me, massaging me gently as his hands got a little bolder and progressed toward my thighs. It felt wonderful. I turned my head to the side, taking in his eyes. To my surprise, he wasn't looking at my body the way I expected him to be. He was staring somewhere off in the distance.

"It doesn't matter," I admitted. "That's what people believe. So it might as well be the truth."

He began to laugh silently, his chest quaking against my back. "You must really think the rest of the students at that school are idiots. *No one* believes that shit! I guarantee you they don't. In fact, I'll bet the Dean knew you were lying as well. People have eyes, Doll. They can see. They know him and they know you. They noticed when you changed *and* they wondered about it."

I grabbed both of his hands in mine, holding them still on my legs. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, when I changed?" I jumped off his lap and turned to face him.

He smirked, eyeing my body hungrily. "You know what I'm talking about, Doll. Stop pretending that you don't. You didn't start out at that school of yours the way you came out of it. Something happened. Something changed you. Then it controlled you and manipulated you until it finally blamed you and then threw you away. I see these things. I know a lot of men like your little professor and I know what they do."

I gawked at him. "How? How do you know these things?"

"Blake is one of my territories. I know a lot of people around there. I have guys at the banks, the hotels, construction sites, city hall... the schools too." He smiled, slow and sexy. "I'd love to tell you more Doll, but right now, my dick is harder than a steel rod and the water in this jacuzzi is only making it worse. So if you'll excuse me for a moment."

He stood and climbed out of the hot tub with one hand closed around the base of his erection, then he jumped off the ledge into the second tier pool right below us. I found myself watching the muscles of his ass and thighs as he did it. Their mechanical grace was not something I could have ignored. The monster dick that he spoke of, was indeed exceptional. *How* exceptional was to be determined. Maybe...

"Come down here!" he shouted.

I rolled my eyes. *Well I'm not going to jump.*

The second tier pool was the one with the waterfall that cascaded into it from under the jacuzzi above. It was only four and a half feet deep the entire way across and the interior seemed to be made of dark glittering rock. It sparkled and twinkled beneath the water under the sun rays, refracting light almost like a prism. The shock of the water against my skin after having been in the warm jacuzzi snatched my breath straight from my lungs.

I went straight for the waterfall, standing underneath it and letting the powerful rushing water slam over me. One thing I have always loved is waterfalls. Any way I can get 'em. "Perfect," I heard Mickey yell.

My eyes popped open to find him directly in front of me, his eyes on the shaded portion of the pool under the jacuzzi above, behind the waterfall.

"What is?" I shouted back.

He grabbed me by the arms and pushed me back until I hit the wall. It was much quieter in this spot. Much more private. We would be able to talk freely and the waterfall would serve as a sound barrier as well as a cover for prying eyes. "This spot," he said. "It's the perfect hiding place." That intense look was back in his eyes again. His grip on my arms seemed to tighten, before his hands stroked downward to my wrists. He stepped closer to me, his eyes glued to my top. Glancing down, I realized that not only did my top need to be readjusted, but my nipples were hard as rocks. They poked against the fabric, dangerously close to the hem. When I tried to reach up and fix it, I found that Mickey wouldn't release me wrists.

"What hell are you doing?" I snapped.

He swallowed, his eyes glazing over as he lowered himself deeper into the water. He crept forward slowly, stopping directly in front of my chest. I could feel his breath warming my nipple and I wiggled my wrists to loosen his hold on them. He gazed up at me and for the first time I noticed how boyishly handsome his face was. His thick dark lashes had heavy droplets of water clinging to them that made him look almost innocent when he was anything but. My chest heaved upward, bringing my nipple within centimeters of his mouth.

He surged forward, his eyes on mine the entire time. His tongue lashed at my exposed cleavage causing me to shiver and tense. Smiling at my reaction, he repeated the motion on my other side. An angry moan left my lips as he grew bolder, closing his mouth on one nipple on the outside of my suit while circling his hot tongue around and around. He moaned deeply, suddenly releasing my wrists to circle his arms under my thighs and raise me up against his waist, his mouth still hungrily devouring my breast.

I couldn't keep myself from crying out when he left one nipple to move on to the other, but I knew I had to stop him before things went any further. I still didn't think I was ready to have sex so soon after Matthew. I didn't want to end up being someone's fool yet again. So I grabbed him by the hair, yanked as hard as I could and yelled, "Stop!"

He tensed, his body heaving over me as he slowly released my breast to meet my gaze. His eyes were like wildfire. They burned with a desperation that I had never seen before. It was nearly overpowering in its intensity. Filling me with the dangerous urge to give in.

He was panting heavily as he released my legs and I dropped into the water. "You have to know," he started, his eyes still burning with lust. "There is very little that I wouldn't do, just to have you. I'd give you anything. All you have to do is name it."

I shook my head weakly. "You don't even know me," I said.

He laughed slyly, before leaning down and to place a quick kiss on my lips. He whispered, "You have no idea what I know." "Then tell me!" I hissed.

He smirked at me, his eyes lit with amusement. Then as he stepped back toward the waterfall, he said, "See you at dinner."