Maid for the Mafia
Turn Back Time

**ROMANY**

When the countdown ended and I heard Alex scream, I was afraid he was going to get in the way of the blast and possibly get hurt. So, I leapt out from under the desk and raced for the door, ready to throw it open and put a stop to the madness. My hand was on the bolt and my eyes were closed. I was just about to turn the lock when I heard him speaking again. The superiority in his voice, the conviction of it, had me smiling like a fool.

That's why he told me not to open it, *no matter what*. He knew something they didn't. He knew how to get around the law. That fact alone made him infinitely more sexy in my eyes. I mean, I don't know why I was surprised. He's a flippin' criminal. If anyone were to know the dos and don'ts of a warrant, I assume it would be someone like him.

I stepped away from the door and took a seat on the couch once again. When nothing else happened and the hall grew increasingly quiet, I began to get a bit nervous.

*He said he would send a maid for me.*

For whatever reason, I didn't want Damien or Mickey to see me leaving the office. I mean - I didn't doubt that they knew I was in here. That much probably became obvious when I didn't turn up to do my duty. I gasped, suddenly realizing that the mess had to have been up there when the cops were running around. *Did they see it?* No... no... they couldn't have, right? Because if they had, I doubted Alex would have been in the position to argue about the warrant at all. Maybe someone else cleaned it for me. Or perhaps the police just never made it past the first floor. I mean there are a *ton* of rooms in this place. Depending on what they were looking for, they might not have considered the rooms of any importance.

What *were* they looking for? The Priest, maybe?

Who knew? Not me, for sure and I needed to stop thinking about it because one thing Alex *never* does is apprise me of anything beyond my duties.

After an hour of speculating the what ifs and maybes of all that occurred on the other side of the door, I finally heard a key slip into the lock and the dead bolt turn. Simone's happy face greeted me the minute the door swung open and I smiled back at her in relief.

She put a finger to her lips and frantically waved me toward her, checking the hall on both sides of her as I exited the door.

"Thank you," I mouthed, ecstatic to see the hall was in fact empty. "Where is everyone?" I mouthed again.

She shook her head and gestured for me to follow her to the service elevator. This would only be my second time using it and as *Simone* was not Damien, or Alex, I was a little wary. I'd been given explicit instructions never to be in the thing without one of the two of them.

"Are you sure?" I whispered. Looking around.

She nodded, reaching out to yank me inside before the doors closed on me. "Mister DeMarco was very specific about keeping you away from the eyes of others," she informed me with a twinkle in her eye. She handed me a key and closed my hand over it before she said, "Mister DeMarco asks that you hold onto this until he can retrieve it from you."

My eyebrows quirked up, but I pocketed it anyway. "Okie dokie."

When the doors opened and the third floor hallway came into view, I was able to relax.

"There you go," Simone said. "Mission complete."

I laughed, grabbing her in a quick hug before I stepped out of the elevator. She seemed surprised at first, but then returned my hug eagerly. "I have work to do," she said as we parted. "I hope to see you later."

"Wait!" I said, forcing the door to remain open. "Do you ever get any time off? You know, to maybe join me for a swim or something?"

Her eyes widened and she bit her lips. "We're not permitted to use the pools here. It's against the rules of our contracts."

"Oh," I said, deflated. But then I smiled, thinking that I could ask for special permission from one of the guys. "What if I ask Alex and he says yes. Would you like to join me then?"

She grinned, showing a dimple in one cheek when she smiled. "Okay. Sure. But how will I know if he said yes?"

"Not to worry," I reassured her. "I'm pretty sure I can get someone to show me to your room."

"Okay," she giggled. "I'll look forward to it."

"Great! Later!" I said, as the elevator doors closed and I made my way toward my room.

Once inside, I was greeted with an unexpected surprise. Black and silver shimmering gift bags stuffed with sparkling tissue paper covered my sofa and some of the floor in front of it. *What the hell is this? Presents? For me???* I stepped up to them slowly, going straight for the largest one and the tiny card stapled at the top.

I opened it and read: *No more dressing in your frumpy old things. I've gifted you an entirely new wardrobe in your size, including a new uniform. You'll find everything you should need from nightgowns to sweat suits, and evening wear to streetwear. I've even included a few pairs of shoes, swimwear, and new lingerie. I never want to see you in those ugly things again. -Alex*

I gasped, a slow smile spreading over my face as I eyed all of the bags. Reaching inside of the first one, I pulled out another french maid outfit. This one had an exterior corset that tied in the front and what looked to be a customized bustline. The skirt was still pretty short, but at least it was a touch longer than the old one. Another of the bags was filled with some of the most scandalous nightgowns I had ever seen, *if* they could even be called nightgowns. There was only one long one and practically the entire thing was sheer, completely see through. The rest were so short, they would barely cover my ass. However, a few of them did come with matching shorts and were honestly so soft that I couldn't help but rub them against my cheeks. The lingerie took up two of the bags and found myself biting my lip as I sifted through all the different colors and styles of lace I began to wonder... *Did he pick these things out himself?* I doubted that was the case because there were so many, but whomever *did* do the shopping had extravagant tastes. Each and every piece screamed luxury and I suddenly found myself wanting to thank him in person.

Exiting my room I made a beeline for his private hallway, wondering if he was even in there or if he might have left somewhere to deal with the cops. Standing outside of his door I *thought* I heard someone inside. Thinking that if he didn't want to be disturbed the door would be locked, I tried the handle, smiling to myself when it gave way.

"Alex-" I started before cutting off. The rest of my words died on my lips at the sight before me.

Stella was naked and bent over the back of his couch, moaning and crying out names like **Daddy'* and *'Master'*. Alex was still in his half dressed state, with his shirt open, but his pants down. His eyes were closed and he was slamming into her mercilessly from behind.

*Oh my fucking God.*

I wanted to throw up, or turn back time. I *did not* want to see what I was seeing now. I was.. *disgusted.*

I must have made a noise because suddenly Stella was looking at me. At first she appeared shocked, but then a twisted little smile turned her lips and she yelled, "What are you doing in here?"

I stumbled backward just as Alex's eyes popped open and he spotted me. "Fuck," he snapped, his eyes flaring wide with shock.

"S-sorry!" I shouted before slamming the door shut and racing for my room.