Page 86 of Mafia And Maid
My foot meets the decking.
And a shadow looms over me.
My heart chokes.
My gaze darts up to follow the towering lines.
And his broad chest fills my vision.
“I forgot my wallet,” he says as he picks it up from the table by the sun lounger.
Heat crawls up the back of my neck. “Sorry,” I mumble. I drop my gaze.
“For what?
Humiliation bubbles to life in my gut. Curling inward, I clear my throat. “I have laundry to finish.”
“Rosa—”
I plaster on a fake smile, meeting his gaze. “I’ll just get dressed…” I edge past him a little, praying he’ll let me go and escape back to the safety of my bedroom.
Gently, Camillo’s large hand wraps around my arm. “You don’t have to go. You’re allowed to be out here if you want. It’s practically a sauna in the house while they work on the AC.”
My anxiety soars. The world spins, and each breath comes in small little pants. I need to get out of here.
Tears sting my eyes, but I shove them away as I take off toward the door back to the kitchen, my towel forgotten as I run to the safety of the house.
A quick glance over my shoulder makes it feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
His dark brows pull together, and his jaw ticks before something darker slides over his face. He takes a step closer.
The door to the kitchen is so far from me.
If I can just…
But I’m not going to make it before he gets to me.
I know he’s not going to hurt me, but dread swells in my stomach.
My reflection in a window catches my attention. I’m paralyzed looking at it. My fists tighten, and I drop my gaze. It’s better if I don’t look. Quickly, I swipe at my eyes. How could I be so stupid? What was I thinking, wearing a bathing suit like this? And even worse, how did I think I’d be able to sneak around unseen?
Cover up, no one wants to see your rolls.
What is wrong with you? No one wants to see that!
Isn’t that a little…tight on you?
Maybe you should stay inside, sis…
Hot breath tickles the top of my head as a warm hand wraps around my wrist, halting me. I’m frozen, paralyzed with fear.
“It’s just me,” he says softly.
The heat of him spreads over my body like a soothing hand running along my skin. My body wants to melt into his, but instead, I tense again. “I need to change.”
I don’t want him to see me like this. Skin all exposed. The curves of my body filling out the stretchy, wet material. The way my thighs touch and how much cleavage is showing are already mortifying enough.
“Look at me.”