Page 24 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Abandoning my grape-counting mission, I knelt and started folding up Nyah’s clothes, neatly placing each one in her suitcase.

Her door cracked open, and her big brown eyes peered out. They widened farther when she saw what I was doing. She stormed out, still wearing nothing but my damn jacket, and shoved her hands on her hips as she stared down at me. “Did he seriously just throw all my things at you and expect you to fold them all?”

I frowned. “Uh, I think—”

It didn’t matter what I thought. Nyah banged her fist against Luca’s door, and when he swung it open, she glared up at him.

“You asshole! You don’t treat Lynx like he’s your slave! It’s not his job to pick up all my clothes!”

“They were in my room, reeking of your fucking perfume.”

“Things that smell nice bother you?”

“Things that smell like you bother me. Whatever that scent is smells cheap.”

Her mouth dropped open. “It’s Silk Venom! It’s five hundred dollars a bottle!”

He rolled his eyes and shut the door in her face.

“Asshole!” she shouted.

“Fake virgin!” he shouted back.

Okay, so it was going to be like that with the two of them. I wasn’t mad about it. At least they were amusing. And their argument was a lot more exciting than counting grapes.

Nyah snatched a silky dress out of my hand. “Lynx! Stop that. You aren’t his slave. Or mine. I’ll pick up my own clothes.”

I shook my head, taking the dress back from her fingers. “Honestly, I don’t mind helping. It gives me something to do.” I grinned up at her. “I like your perfume, for what it’s worth.”

She smiled and flopped down onto the carpet beside me, helping me put her clothes back into her suitcases so we could get them back to her actual bedroom. “Thank you. This evening would have been a lot less bearable without you.” Her eyes held a sparkle of mischief. “Would you have really shot Luca? You burst into that bedroom like you were James Bond.”

I nodded seriously. “I was told my job was to protect you at all costs. I wasn’t told anything about him. You were screaming. So I was ready to do my job.”

She paused with a shoe in her hand. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “This job is important to me.”

Her smile fell a little at that. “Of course.” Whatever she was feeling, she clearly pushed it aside, and her voice brightened. “Well, I’m glad to have you around. I hope we can be friends.”

I’d just seen her fully naked, and she was smoking freaking hot. My dick gave a kick of protest at the very notion of being this woman’s friend.

I wanted to say fuck that.

And kiss her.

Or maybe bend her over something and take her fast and hard from behind like Luca had suggested.

But since she was about to become my boss’s wife, being her friend was a much smarter option. I stuck my hand out, and she fit her much smaller one inside.

“Friends,” I agreed.

I tried to ignore the fact I was holding my “friend’s” lacy G-string. Friends didn’t notice things like that. Nor were they still thinking about the fact I was sure she had no panties on.

We gathered up the last of her things, and she let me carry her bags into her room. I placed the suitcase down on the mattress and unzipped it for her, then stepped back so she could get whatever she needed. She disappeared into the adjoining bathroom with an armful of things and came out a moment later wearing silky shorts and a matching sleep top.

She sheepishly handed back my jacket. “Thank you for that. I’m pretty sure Luca would have had me run back here naked.”

Part of me wished I’d thought of that. Because Nyah running through the hallways without clothes on did something to me. Fuck, I would have loved to chase her around, hearing her laughter as I stalked her, eventually catching her and pushing her up against a wall to take her hard and fast.