The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Really, inwardly I am recoiling at the overpowering stench of his old man aftershave and the clammy sweaty feel of his suit as he pushes against me a little possessively. Luckily, I am a practised hand at convincing ugly men that I want them naked, sweating all over me and it’s as easy as breathing.

‘’I may just steal you as my date.’’ I squeeze his arm and nestle closer in a very touchy-feely gesture, smiling adoringly. ‘‘Seeing as you appreciate my finer qualities. Alexi likes to tease my English-ness mercilessly, don’t you Muffin?’’ I flutter sweetly his way seeing that cool mask of indifference envelop his face as he tries not to stare directly at my arm in another man's. He has taken on the unreadable manner that usually means he is not a ‘‘Happy Chappy’’ while reaching for a glass from a passing tray.

I sigh inwardly and wonder if all men revert to children when it comes to sharing, as Mr Boss as he is sometimes, he gets a faint stroppy look in his eyes that screams of man-child and now is no exception.

My insides sink a little. I am still wary of Carrero even if he does make for a good night out.

‘‘How dreadful, you surely cannot resist this accent or that dress. It’s simply alluring and I bet she’s a vixen in the sack right? These English girls normally are.’’ His dirty laugh, inappropriate comment and shifty look at my tits for the umpteenth time make me wholly uncomfortable as I am fully aware his kid is standing literally two feet away, her face reddening at his remark. It’s obvious he has had a few drinks, lost his inhibitions and Alexi seems to almost exude a change in the atmosphere very rapidly.

I know this type of sleazeball and can handle him a thousand times over if I was not under the scrutiny and command of one intimidating Carrero with an ulterior motive. Alexi is making me just as uncomfortable with his weirdness over a task he wanted me to carry out and I’m simply at a loss with how to respond, except giggle and playfully nudge Demagio coyly as though he is insanely funny.

Flirt mode still intact, pander to the man and make him think he amuses me. Brush that ego.

‘’She’s surely something alright.’’ Alexi grits through a smile with an edgy undertone yet captures my upper arm and pulls me towards him, so I’m dragged free from the other man and positioned right beside my seemingly jealous date, who hauls me in against his side with a strong arm and a no-nonsense look plastered on his face. I can feel the slight tense sizzle in the air and Demagio looks a little perplexed suddenly.

With his attention ripped from my body he seems to realise who he is fucking with. It was subtle, but he got the message loud and clear. Alexi doesn’t like me playing over there with another man, even though it’s what he brought me here to do and Demagio is getting a very strong hint that I am Alexi’s girl in all aspects.

I try to ignore it and stick

mind fuck! He is making

knowing Alexi wants to coax him back to our box and even if he is acting weird, I know that is tonight’s goal. Sweetness and smiles oozing from every pore and I try to blank out the stiff and uncharming attitude that’s fast-growing on Carrero. I am playing my part like he wanted and schmoozing and smiling the future Mayor's way with all the skill of a seasoned

that an invitation Miss England?’’ Demagio seems to have forgotten he was scalded and goes back to a full sleazy offensive, fuelled by alcohol and eyeballing my boobs once more. Leaning into me suggestively and getting a

his way. His grip however, hints at something more going on in his head; he is tuned into Demagio for sure

not liking the vibes, but I carry on. He is reminding Demagio of

I am already starring in a porno in that

so lonesome over there while he’s intent on watching his opera.’’ I joke and give Alexi a nudge to remind him of why we are here, a raised brow and a subtle ‘’get with the plan’’ in the look I give him. It seems to register somewhere. His face

at what he asked me to do; he clearly is not a man who likes his play

come here though, because I am good at doing exactly

and finding my comfy zone, but Alexi makes this whole thing completely unworkable. I don’t feel comfortable flirting with another man under his gaze, even if it is something I excel at. He is killing my mojo and how I normally operate is nothing like

them eating out of my hand. Enticing and leading a man by the nose gets you a lot further when he thinks there are hints of sexual possibility. Alexi, however, has pushed

of your ability to cajole and sweeten,

… I mean really?

Alexi is more apt at

more than welcome. I have some business you may be interested in.’’ Alexi finally gets with the program and smooth charmer is back in place as he gets over himself finally. I don’t know what that was, but Jesus, the man really knows how to make me antsy. It’s not like I want to bed this old chubby pervert. Demagio isn’t attractive by any standard and his