Mafia Servant

Chapter 50 - One million, nine hundred and fifty thousand dollars

Once I left the interview room, my brain reminded me time and time again on how I could better answer the questions. They were not difficult to answer and I had even rehearsed for some of the questions asked. It left me feeling frustrated at myself, for not performing better in front of the panel of interviewers.

Ruffling my hair, I kept thinking about me being scared out of my wits at the mere sight of the governor. Horribly regretful of my own actions, I wanted to travel back in time and change how things could have happen. The next time we meet, I will show the governor a braver side and make him understand that I am not intimidated by him.

"Fuck!" The strands of vulgarities coming from the bathroom  broke my thoughts and I went to check on the prince. Preparing a bath was something servants do for him, not the other way round. I let out a titter as Angelo struggled to manoeuvre the shower controls. His white button-up top was soaked and did little to cover his defined abs. I cleared my throat to regain control over my hormones.

When Angelo slapped the water with frustration, I beamed. Leaning against the door, I watched in glee as water sprayed down on him from the shower head instead of the tap fitted for the bath tub. "Are you exploring the underwater?" I quit being quiet, having my share of fun.

Even if he had another hour, I doubted Angelo would be able to figure out the switches. The only thing he would get is a flu from wearing those damp clothes. As a respond, Angelo waved me away and returned to the switches. "I am the heir of the Mietitore family. Switches would not defeat me." He boasted. I sighed and left him in the bathroom.

In the cream coloured theme room, the green and red rectangular strap made it easy to find Angelo's Gucci duffel bag. Located at the foot of the bed, I rummaged through his bag and pulled out a towel, a robe and packed toiletries. Despite the gagging smell of vomit, I rather Angelo showered first. The Mietitore prince could not afford to be ill for the most crucial part of the Crossing.

I quickly walked into the bathroom and ran a hot bath for him. Dipping my hand into the tub, it was the perfect temperature and I smiled. A hand tucked my loose hair behind the ears and made me whirl upon a half-naked Angelo standing next to me.

Give me a camera, somebody. The water glistened on his smooth skin and made his abs extra sexier. While I still had decent self-control, I gave him a push to the bath tub. "Quick, get in there, Angelo." A smirk spreaded on his face, "Join me." My body was screaming "yes" so loudly, I almost gave in to it. Beaming, I pushed a surprised Angelo into the bath tub. Only for him to make a huge splash and water rained down on me. Now, I was as soaked as him.

"Arse!" I yelled, blinking water out of my eyes. Angelo laughed as he stood up from the tub and wiped off the water droplets from my face. The prince looked like a model doing a water photoshoot, with droplets running down his chiseled jaws. Before his icy blue eyes could do any further damage to my heart, I shifted my eyes from his face to his body.

What a grave mistake I had made.

The water acted like those shiny lubricants models and bodybuilders used in their photoshoot. It enhanced Angelo's physique by tenfolds. Beads of water were sliding down his hard chest and disappeared into the belt of his pants. His toned arms looked extra muscular and I imagined what it would be like, if his arms were wrapped around me.

A soft gasp left Angelo and he pretended to be alarmed. "Are you picturing my arms as fried chicken drumsticks?" The prince took a step back and hugged his arms, wary. Eyeing him, I exaggerated a swallow and licked my lips slowly. "They would make an excellent meal." I confirmed, my maniacal laughters echoing in the bathroom.