Page 9 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

She whipped around though, flinging her hair over her shoulders as she grabbed a towel to cover herself. I would’ve missed the full-frontal view anyway. At the last second, I found the decency to avert my gaze. If she was the guest and she was already mad, I didn’t need to piss her off more by letting her catch me red-handed. Ogling guests wouldn’t be excused.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded. While it wasn’t screech or yell, I heard the authority in her tone. Haughty and powerful, as though she was often in charge.

“Building services.” I pointed at the key card. Wearing the security uniform was plenty for her to understand why I was here.

“Can’t you knock?”

“Yeah. I did four times.” Get off your high horse, brat. Now that she faced me, I was struck with the other half of her perfection. High cheekbones pink with a blush, plump rosy lips twisted in a scowl. Her eyes captivated me the most though, more than the idea of how big her tits had to be with them pushing at the towel she clutched to her. Light blue but also green. I’d never seen such a vibrant and bold color of eyes. They were electric, if not because of the hue then because she glowered at me with such fury.

“You can’t just barge in here.”

“I didn’t barge.” I was forgetting the cardinal rule about never arguing with a guest. The customer was always right. Facing off with her attitude, though, I felt drawn to be defensive. “I knocked and called out four times. I called the landline. I called the number on record.”

She huffed, looking away for a second. “I don’t see how any of that gives you a right to come in here uninvited.”

“I’m not expected to wait for an invite.” I kept my tone neutral but I didn’t bother to stop glaring right back at her. Sexy or not, she didn’t have to be this rude. “I apologize for entering at an inopportune moment, but I was tasked with fixing something of a security priority.”

“Yeah, that’s two strikes. One more and it’s your job. The audacity. Coming in here and seeing me...” She pressed her lips together. “Then slacking on the job and letting me stay here with a faulty lock.”

I jerked my thumb at the door. “Seemed to work fine for me.”

“It’s the back door,” she snapped. “Watch your sarcasm. I’ll have you fired.”

The fuck you will. “What sarcasm?”

She fisted the towel. Her eyes slitted further as she clamped her lips in to a firm line of disapproval.

Was I asking for trouble antagonizing her? A little bit. But like Randy said, no one scared me.

“If you don’t mind...” I lifted my hand, gesturing for her to move so I could tend to the lock on the rear door.

“I do mind, dammit. I expect to feel safe here, not worrying if and when someone might break in.”

“The Tropican prioritizes security—”

“Not in this condo.”

“—and I apologize for the inconvenience of this mishap.”

“Mishap?” She scoffed. “More like you fucked up and can’t even own up to it. You’re not prioritizing anything if someone broke in here.”

“Why should I own up to anything for you?” I stopped as I passed by her. Looking down at her furious glare. I knew her type. I’d suffered this kind of holier-than-thou attitude too many times. These VIPs came in here acting like damn royalty, so ready to sneer at me because I was a lowly worker. A commoner. Someone to appease them just because they had wealth and power.

She gaped at me, shocked I’d talked back.

“Do you have any evidence that anyone broke in?”

“How dare—”

“Em?” Another woman rushed in. “Oh.” This woman stopped short, glancing at me, then this guest. “Am...I interrupting?”

I held my hands up and backed away toward the back door. “Building services,” I replied, taking an easy out.

I didn’t have time to butt heads with this sexy guest. I didn’t have time for a woman who’d get off on threatening to get me fired.

I hurried to deal with changing the lock panel on the back door, reprogramming the codes. Halfway through it, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

Since the women were in the other room and I was more or less alone, I slipped the device out of my pocket and glanced at it to see a notification that I’d missed call from Jimmy.