Maid for the Mafia
Tiny

**ROMANY**

After a long hot shower I got dressed in one of the new outfits Alex gifted me - a bright yellow sundress that showed plenty of cleavage and just enough leg - then traipsed downstairs to have lunch. Surprisingly enough there were quite a few people there already. All of them men. Two of them *angry* men.

There were two guys I didn't recognize. One was smaller than the rest, of slight build, but with a face so soured by life that even his smiles looked cruel.

The other was built like a Greek God, with muscles to rival Damien's. His dark brown hair was neat, but slightly curly, making him look boyish despite his obvious manliness. He had a slight cleft to his chin and dragon tattoos that covered both arms in an array of glorious color. The moment I stepped into the room, his eyes lifted to mine and he sat back, almost in shock, before a slow sweet smile turned his lips. *Dear God. My panties are never going to survive this one...* He leapt up from his seat almost clumsily and pulled out the chair next to his before gesturing for me to approach.

Damien and Mickey sat near the head of the table looking like someone had just pissed in their cheerios and looked up at his sudden movement.

I smiled at the stranger and nodded in thanks, taking the offered seat with a blush on my cheeks. "Thank you," I told him.

"You're welcome," he replied in a voice designed to drop panties all over the world, before gently pushing my chair in for me. He gave a long intense look before he shook himself and said, "I'm Tiny."

*No sir, you certainly are not tiny... not tiny at all.* My eyes couldn't help but rove over the whole of him, he was that impressive. "Romany," I said with a smile.

"Wouldn't you rather sit up here with us?" Mickey snapped somewhat waspishly. "You could take Alex's seat. He and Enzo won't be joining us."

I met his turbulent green eyes briefly, noting the hostility in them as his gaze flitted between me and my new friend Tiny. "I'm fine here."

Mickey's jaw went tight and the spark behind his eyes seemed to blaze with warning.

Damien snorted, "She spent enough time in Alex's seat this morning."

I stiffened, my head swiveling in his direction. His dark blue eyes were angry as he stared back at me and he shook his head slightly in disapproval. The entire table went quiet, and poor Tiny glanced over at me looking apologetic. *As if any of what came out of Damien's mouth was his fault.*

"Maybe I'll just take my lunch up to my room," I said, turning away and loading my plate with double of everything I *might* get hungry for. The way things were looking, I was going to end up eating some of it for *dinner* just to avoid coming back down here.

"Don't," Damien said suddenly, looking down at his food. "I'm finished anyway." He stood, glaring over at me as he left.

To my surprise, Mickey smiled, his intense green eyes lighting up with amusement. "Some guys are just a bit more sensitive than others, I guess," he said smoothly. His gaze floated over my exposed chest, sparkling with a feverish heat. "Whereas some of us are happy to have whatever we can, however we can." He winked, standing up. "I have a few items to attend to. See you at the meeting tonight." He turned to the creepy looking male sitting across from me. "Bruno, lets go."

Bruno groaned, taking one last bite of his lunch before his mean little face nodded my way and the pair of them left.

I sighed heavily, glad to be rid of the others for the moment. "God, I really wish Ruby was back already," I said under my breath, taking a bite of my salmon and pushing my riced cauliflower around my plate. "Ruby?" Tiny said, his eyebrows spiking with interest. "You know the infamous Red?"

I chuckled, noting the dimples of Tiny's smile and wiggling a bit as my lady bits fired. "I do. She's my cousin. She was supposed to be back here a week ago. To be honest, I'm a little concerned, but everybody keeps telling me I shouldn't be." "Wow, so the Red Raider is *your* cousin," he laughed, his eyes twinkling. "*Did not* see that one coming."

"Don't!" I snapped. "I'm so done hearing about how shocking it is that I'm related to my tall willowy cousin that I could barf."

"No-no!" he argued. "I see it. The eyes, the lips. There's a definite connection. Even in the sultry way the both of you walk. It's not that that shocks me.. It's..." he trailed off.

"Yes?" I asked, turning in my seat and crossing my legs in his direction.

The movement does not go unnoticed as his eyes are suddenly glued to the bare skin of my thighs. "Uh," he choked out, biting his lip before raising his eyes to mine. "It's just that she's so much more... forgive me... masculine than you are." "Masculine?" I hissed, before laughing. "*My cousin is not masculine!"

He chuckled. "You've obviously never seen her take out a six foot male before."

"You're right," I admitted. "I haven't. But that doesn't make her masculine. That makes her a badass."

"True," he grinned. "But I'm pretty sure you could do the very same thing without even lifting a finger."

"Ha! How?" I chortled, pushing his shoulder playfully only for the solid flex of his muscles to cause a catching my breath.

He smiled at me slowly, his eyes on my hand gliding down his arm. "Just like that," he said quietly. "I'm done for already."

I snatched my hand back, turning away as my face heated. "Sorry."

"Please don't be," he whispered, licking his lips. "Feel free to touch me whenever you want. However you want."

My core was clenching, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. *This is too much! I've been doing too much!* "I-I... um..."

He shook himself, glancing toward his plate. "I'm sorry. Too forward, huh?"

I laughed nervously. "No... it's just. I-well... I've never been as *active* as I've been lately I've never thought of myself as someone who could... be so... so..."

"Sexual?" he supplied and my eyes widened as I stared at him.

"No!" I denied it knowing it was true. *Why am I lying? Why? He doesn't look like the type to judge.* "Well... yes. Maybe."

"Why not?" he asked. "Someone like you... you shouldn't be ashamed of what you feel. Or of how much attention you get. Someone like you," he whispered, bringing his lips to my ear, "Deserves to have it all."