Free Obeying the Russian Mafia Boss: A Mob Romance by Bella Rose, Leona Lee Page B

reputation.”
    “You speak out of turn,” Erik said sharply. “I don’t have to explain my choices to anyone, but believe me when I tell you that my intentions toward Ella are anything but weak.”
    Dina’s eyes widened, and she stepped back quickly. “You are constantly surrounded by beautiful and well-trained women, but you have your eye on her? You don’t surprise me very often.”
    “Get back to work, Dina,” Erik said shortly as he walked past her. Turning the corner, he entered his office and sat down behind the large oak desk. He was still checking his e-mail from his family and contacts in Russia when Ella walked in.
    Upon seeing him, her eyes widened and she froze like a deer in headlights. “I’m so sorry. I can come back when you’re not in here.”
    “If I didn’t want you in here, I wouldn’t have told you to clean the office. Close the door.”
    “Are you really that upset that I wanted to talk to your guards?” she asked nervously.
    “Ella, I didn’t ask you in here because I was upset. You’re welcome to start your work,” he said dryly.
    Confused, she stared at him. “With you in here?”
    “Yes. I want the baseboards, windows, and shelves cleaned. And I want the ceiling fan dusted.”
    Her smile shook a little bit, and she nodded. Erik turned his attention back to his computer and returned a few e-mails. The sound of him working must have put her at ease because she didn’t hesitate anymore. In his peripheral vision, he watched as she grabbed her polish and cloth and dropped to her knees. As she pushed her round ass into the air, Erik hardened and lost himself in a fantasy.
    In his mind, he got up and walked over to her and slowly slid his fingers up her shorts. She’d be wet and dewy for him as he stroked the folds of her sex.
    Fuck. Erik took a deep breath and tried to push the image out of his mind. He was the kind of man who had complete control over his body and emotions. It wasn’t like him to be distracted so easily by one oblivious woman.
    As she moved around the room, she kept her back to him. Had she turned around, he would no doubt be able to see straight down her shirt, but he didn’t mind the view from behind.
    When Ella finally stood up from the floor, he was so hard he ached. It was his own damn fault. She switched out the wood polish for the window cleaner and sprayed the glass.
    “Newspaper is supposed to be good,” she said suddenly.
    Flitting his eyes her way, he saw that she still had her back to him. He could still look his fill, and she wouldn’t know. “Excuse me?”
    She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sweet, bashful smile. “Newspaper. It’s supposed to be good for cleaning glass. I’ve never used it, but I always thought it was a funny fact.”
    “Right,” he muttered in annoyance. He didn’t want to talk about window cleaning techniques. He wanted her naked and straddling him so he could feast on her delicate skin.
    As she stretched to reach up higher, her shirt rose and showed off her bare midriff. She had that fantastic hour glass figure, and he wanted to run his fingers along her curves and press hot and wet open kisses to her abdomen.
    Trying to hold in a groan, he focused almost desperately on his computer. At this rate, he would have to take an ice cold shower as soon as she left.
    “Do you have a step-stool so I can reach the fan?” Ella bent down and grabbed the feather duster.
    Seeing an opportunity that he couldn’t pass up, he pushed back his chair and rolled it over towards her. “You can use this.”
    She frowned and stared at it. “It swivels and has wheels. It’s not the most stable thing I can use. I’ll grab a chair from the kitchen.”
    “I’ll hold you,” he said in a low voice. Her gaze flew up to his, and her pupils dilated.
    She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
    “Okay,” she said quietly. He grabbed her hands and held her steady as she climbed onto the chair. The chair turned just a bit, and