Taken By The Mafia Lord

Nothing is going to happen, Mimi kept telling herself that. But no matter how many times she tried to assure her mind, it still didn't stop it from conjuring different scenes of how the night would end up.

Come on, Mimi, he's a Casanova and a Mafia, both traits are a lethal dosage for you and your sex life notwithstanding that he's good-looking. Yeah, she had to admit, Victor was sexy, but so was Marcel!

While Marcel is sexy in a dark and brooding way, Victor was er.... what could she term it? Yummy? He was like a piece of candy -sweet and nice- she could just sink her teeth into and take a chuck of.....

Alright, hold those teeth, lady! We are not taking a chunk of anybody - even if he's as hot as hell. I'm not some vampire for crying out loud, Mimi battled with her mind.

"Huh?" Mimi was startled when someone touched her on the shoulder and turned in time for Victor to announce, "We're home,"

"Home" not, "here," Mimi couldn't help but notice his choice of words. But it sounded warm anyway. So she stepped out of the car after they drove into the lawn.

It was a modern loft house and though it wasn't as spacious as the mansion back at the base, this one was nice and comfortable. There was no sight of any guard holding rifles that could end a person's life if released mistakenly, nobody else was present, just them. Mimi felt more at ease that way.

As expected as a loft-style apartment, it was characterized by an abundance of open space, very high ceilings, raw brick walls, exposed beams and pipes, and a cement floor. Although the decoration looked simple, Mimi knew most of the designs were expensive. If there was anything she learned about Marcel and Victor, it was the fact they liked fine things.

Mimi loved the open space and though it was already late at night, she looked at the wide and high windows, imagining the natural sunlight that would fill it in the daytime.

"Come on," Victor tugged at her hand.

"What?" She noticed his hand.

"There's still time to admire my house, but now you need to take your bath and look like the Mimi I know," He said.

That was when Mimi looked down to discover that she was still in the dress - she wished she wasn't wearing right now.

"Oh," Mimi took off the wig and let her natural hair fall over her shoulder, using some to cover her spilling cleavage - a gesture Victor noticed.

The intensity of Victor's gaze made her nipples tauten and strain against the dress, he was almost turning her on with that smoldering heat in his eyes. His gaze had followed her actions earlier and now, it was resting on her breast - that she unknowingly brought attention to.

Mimi didn't dare to breathe carelessly, afraid that the soft rising and falling of her chest would only make things worse. But for how long would she hold her breath? Or maybe she just didn't want to destroy the moment?

Mimi felt her hand being squeezed as if he was trying to control himself or something, and when she looked up, Victor was back to his former self. Or not?

"How many men saw you in this outfit?"

"What?" Mimi was taken aback by the question. She never saw it coming.

"How many men stared at you because of this dress?"

"Uncountable," Mimi answered.

Wait a minute, why was she even answering this stupid question? Why was the number of men who saw her in the dress got to do with him?

"Then you should burn it after this, the dress is contaminated," He said and without even waiting for her response, pulled her up the metal stairs.

Calm monochrome paint colors were used in Victor's bedroom with a panoramic window. The bathroom was adjacent to the bedroom and was merely separated by a glass partition.

Sweet.

"Here," He said, picking out a neat towel from his wardrobe, "The toiletries are in the bathroom,"

Mimi stared at the towel, "You keep this place clean yourself?"

"I have people who take care of here," Victor told her in a strained voice as he reached for something else.

No wonder, Mimi thought. She hadn't seen a speck of dust on her way in and had been thinking how that was possible. Not that Victor didn't seem like a domestic type, but how did he find the time to do that with his job as a mafia or whatever he does?

"And you can make do with this," He pulled out a baby pink long striped pajamas made of satin for her to take.

Mimi accepted the Pajamas from him but not without a furrow on her brows, "Now, who does this belong to?"

She already bet it was from one of his many, many, ex or current girlfriends. Mimi was not a fan of wearing people's clothes nor did she dare to imagine what they might have done in it.

God help her.

"It's mine,"

"What?!" Mimi seemed to have heard wrong.

"I say it's mine," Victor said, opening the wardrobe door further to reveal several pj's but of different designs and the same color, pink.

Her brows raised, "Pink, huh?"

"What?" Victor shrugged casually, "I like to be in touch with my inner child. Besides there's no rule that states the color pink is confined to the feminine gender only," He argued.

"I bet your sex would argue with that," Mimi laughed - like sincerely laughed. Victor was so full of surprises and who knew he was this fun to be with?

He made a face at her.

"Fine, be in touch with your inner self as much as you like? Who can you stop you anyway," She laughed for a while before an awkward silence fell upon them once again.

"Aren't you going to have your bath," He titled his head in the direction of the bathroom.

"Oh, yes -"

"Unless you want me to join you?" He sounded hopeful.

And he had to ruin the moment.

The expression on Mimi's face froze and Victor sensed it because he's rephrased his offer.

"Or you can just give me an innocent strip show. You've seen me naked before anyway,"

And that was a memory Mimi didn't want to remember.