Captive of My Mafia Crush
“Why do you want to know, Iris? You going to apply for a job there, after you get whatever information out of Christian that you came here to get?”
“I am not a spy,” I insist again, glaring at him. And then I take a moment to flick my eyes over him, really taking him in for the first time. Nico – he’s not a bad looking dude, with his dark hair and his chiseled features, but he is so tense all the time, so worried. “Besides,” I say, “you’d better pray I never work at any cat house you attend. Because even if you could afford me, with how freaking wound up you are? The experience would probably knock you out cold.”