Maid To The Mafia:Totally Captivated

CHAPTER XI

DINNER OR DISASTER

It was one of those days when I was up to my eyeballs in chores. Heck, my arms were about to fall off my shoulders. Not that I was complaining, but seriously, would it be so hard to just pick your clothes up off the floor for once, and put them in the laundry basket?

I was talking about Giovanni here. He was like a kid. No, worse than a kid. He was like a toddler with a shaker full of sand, and he’d spread that sand all over the floor, waiting for lovely me to pick up the grains one by one. Speaking of the god, he’d disappeared after the bathroom scene yesterday. Not that I cared where he went. I was too busy trying to hand in my assignment on time. Thankfully, I did manage, avoiding a grade reduction.

Crispin, on the other hand, was on an angry spree, vomiting foul words because he was so damned mad on my behalf. I had to console him by taking him out to that Korean Restaurant we didn’t get to go to when Giovanni called me over yesterday. It was about five o’clock when I completed all my chores. Time for cooking, I supposed. God almighty, Giovanni would go mental and start smacking my butt again if I didn’t get the meal done on time. He was so particular about everything being perfect and prompt. Just as I was heading downstairs to start my meandering task of cooking, Giovanni casually strolled into the main lounge, hands in pockets, sporting a huge smirk on his face. Maybe I’m not going to get in trouble after all.

“Our company made a profit. I’m treating you all to dinner tonight. Where do you want to go?”

Going out for dinner? Hooray! I don’t have to cook. I was starting to get sick of doing all the cooking for these five grown men every day. They were like the five bears, eating everything and anything I put in front of them. I guessed a night out to diner would finish my day off nicely, since last night I’d barely slept a wink. Not to mention that weird dream.

“Hallelujah!” Bobby gushed, reflecting my mood.

“Boss is taking us out for dinner. I’m so excited. Where should we go?”

“Wherever you want to go, boys,” Giovanni replied. I was sitting on the sidelines, palm under chin, scoffing at myself. Boys... What am I? One of them, too?

“And girl,” I pointed out. Giovanni ignored me. In fact, he wasn’t even looking in my direction. Is he still mad about yesterday? Is this his way of punishing me?

“So, where will it be?” he asked, looking at Heath, Bobby, Jonny, and Finnie. Again, I was excluded. Fine by me. If he wanted to ruffle my feathers, then he didn’t know the real me.

“I suggest we go to a five-star restaurant.” I put in my suggestion. “Don’t you think so, Bobby? Finnie, what do you say?”

“I say—” Finnie began, but Bobby cut him short.

“No, let’s go to the burger joint down the road.”

“What?” I gasped in shock. “Boss said he’ll treat us to dinner. We should go somewhere classy and expensive.”

“But I don’t want to eat steak again.” Bobby moaned.

“Or gravy,” Finnie added.

“Yeah, in a five-star restaurant, everything’s swimming in gravy.” Jonny further crushed my balloon of hope.

“That’s because you always go for roast. Why don’t we try something else?” I persuaded them. Which didn’t help my predicament, as Bobby once again announced his suggestion.

“Yeah, like pizza. I crave pizza.”

“What the hell is taking your sissy asses so long?” Giovanni shouted from the doorway. “Are you coming or what? I’m feeling generous right now. Another three minutes, I’m not so sure.”