Captive of My Mafia Crush
Anxious, I skitter past him and stand awkwardly inside while Romano flicks on the lights and lets the door drift shut behind him.
The office is little, but it’s very nice – especially in contrast to the service area in the back, which is kind of dirty and cluttered. But here the furniture is fine and well organized, even if it’s a bit cramped.
“So,” Romano says, crossing around to the back of his desk and taking a leisurely seat in his chair. He studies me as he speaks. “How do you like working in my bar?”
“I like it very much, sir,” I say, utterly honest. I remember, briefly, Frankie telling me to do a bad job if I wanted to get out of this job – but really, I love working here. Or at least