FAMILY TIES: A Mafia Love Story (Erotic Mafia Romance) by Angela Jordan Read Free Book Online

Nick Hunter was having Sammie followed. He was working on some kind of story. Before it broke with Nate quoting me as saying, “He’s my fiancé I needed to work the details out with Sammie. I also still had a few questions I needed him to answer.
    “Good afternoon, Miss,” the doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God.
    “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo—Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.”
    “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.”
    I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer-clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob.
    “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality.
    “Yes?”
    “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.”
    “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said would take me into the penthouse. He pushed a button and gave me a polite nod. I nodded back just as the doors closed between us. It was a little nerve wracking to have people kissing up to me. I wasn’t used to it.
    The doors opened into the sitting room of the suite. Somehow the morning I’d tried to sneak out of here, I’d completely missed this elevator. When it closed, I saw why. The doors were painted with an elegant floral mural. I would have thought it was just an oversized painting if I noticed it.
    I stood near the window for a few minutes. I was a little nervous about being here alone…even more so about being here in general. I didn’t want Sammie to know how nervous I was so I finally went over and took a seat. I sat perched on the edge of the sofa thinking about leaving again for about fifteen minutes before he finally strolled in the door. Damn if he wasn’t the hottest thing I ever laid eyes on!
    He was wearing a dark blue suit with a brown and blue striped tie. It fit him like it was made especially for him…which it probably was. With his dark hair and eyes and deliciously light-brown skin he looked like a succulent piece of chocolate wrapped in a blue silk wrapper. I had to force the thoughts of unwrapping him out of my mind.
    “Hello Alana,” he said, making it worse by showing his perfectly straight white teeth as he smiled.
    “Hi.” I stood up and he took my hand before I knew it and brought it palm up to his lips. Heat seemed to surge from them and course through my entire body, pooling between my legs. Damn him! I pulled my hand away and said,
    “Listen…I’ve decided that I want this story. I’m willing to pretend to be your fiancé with certain conditions.”
    He looked amused as he said, “Would you like to sit down and discuss it?”
    “Sure,” I said, “But please stop looking so amused. This isn’t at all amusing.” He had the decency to at least try and stifle the glee etched into his face.
    “I will do my best to not look amused,” he said, still looking amused.
    “You’ll have to try harder than that,” I told him.
    “Absolutely,” he said, suppressing another grin. “So, what are these…conditions you speak of?”
    “I will accept your fake proposal and in public for either as long as it takes, or until I’ve had enough. I will play the role of your happy fiancé. In private however we will only have a professional relationship. We won’t be naked together…ever. We won’t get drunk and we won’t have sex. Once the story breaks, we’re through.”
    “Fair enough,” he said, “But I do have a few conditions of my own.”
    “Okay…”
    “You’ll live here