Chapter Seventy

Her eyes closed and she was asleep in seconds, he watched her for a few minutes and his thoughts turned to the upcoming meeting with the Council, his arms tightening around her, he did not care what their verdict was he was never going to let her go not now he had her back and pliant in his world. His eyelids grew heavy as sleep neared but he was resolved,                                                                                              'Non la avrai tu, è mia.' [You're not having her, she's mine.]                                                                              His eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep with Juliette pulled against his chest they slept for the next few hours until Angelo knocked on the bedroom door. 

‘Don Romero?’

He lifted his head sleepily,

‘Si?’

He queried yawning widely,

‘Abbiamo una situazione che richiede la tua attenzione, capo.’  [We have a situation that needs your attention Boss.]

Stretching he disentangled himself from Juliette, who stirred and opened her eyes,                                ‘What is it Romero?’’

She asked sleepily and he leaned over to kiss her,         

‘Go back to sleep beautiful this does not concern you.’

He was pulling on his clothes as he spoke and headed for the door,

‘Stay where you are little tigress I will be back soon.’

He strode out of the room and she clenched her fists angrily he was treating her like all the Mafia treated their women, everything he had said last night about them being equal outside the bedroom was clearly forgotten. Pushing back the quilt she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom after a quick shower she pulled on his white dress shirt and head for his office. She did not notice the heads of his men turning to gaze at her hungrily as she stalked past them her temper blinding her to the way she was dressed. The white shirt came down to her knees and it suited her as she had also used his tie as a beltto cinch it in around her slender waist.  The problem, although his men did not see it as a problem, they thought she looked stunning, she had showered and only towel dried her long mane of hair so it hung in damp curls down her back and almost passed her ass. Some of it tumbled over her shoulders around her face and down her front, it dampened the white shirt and made it transluscent, it was a good job she had remembered to pull on some panties. Pushing open the office door Romero and Angelo turned to look at her, she put her hands on her hips with an angry pout,

Non ci hai messo molto a tornare come prima, vero? Tutto quello che hai detto ieri sera era una bugia solo per farmi fare quello che volevi.’ [Didn’t take you long to revert to type did it? Everything you said last night was a lie just to get me to do what you wanted.]

Romero’s eyes flashed, he could not believe what he was seeing, Juliette looked stunning, so fucking sexy his cock became instantly hard along with every one of his men who saw her looking as she did. Picking up his jacket he strode across to her draping it over her shouders she wriggled trying to throw if off it was very warm and stuffy in his office,                                                                                                                    ‘Togliti di dosso e prendi la tua stupida giacca, dobbiamo parlare.'[Get off me and take your stupid jacket, we need to talk.]

She demanded struggling to free herself but he held her tightly,                                                             ‘What the fuck do you think you are doing?’                                        

He growled in her ear and she snapped back,                         

‘What did I tell you about keeping things from me? I am not a delicate china doll who needs to be protected, I’m a fucking Don like you and I’m sick to death of being excluded because I’m a woman.’            He wanted to be angry with her, damn it, he was angry with her but he was also very aroused as he held her against his chest he could feel her nipples hardening as they came into contact with him. She had never been able to hide her attraction to him her body betrayed her every single time, desire pulsed through him as those hard l;ittle pebbles rubbed against his body as if they were demanding his attention. ‘This was nothing to concern you little tigress or I would have insisted you join me, it was not imp,ortant and you looked so cute sleeping in my bed.’                                                                                                She stiffened and glared at him,                                                                                                                   ‘Don’t you dare patronise me Romero.’                                                                                                         He looked over her shoulder and indicated for Angelo to leave them then bent his head and whispered,       ‘I am not patronising you tigress but I am going to spank you.’                                                            Juliette shrieked when he grabbed her wrist and tipped her over his knee his jacket falling to the floor as he pinned her securely,                                                                                                                                   ‘What, what are you doing? Romero stop, why are you punishing me?’                                                      She demanded as he pushed up his shirt shoved off her panties and brought his large hand  down with a responding slap making her yelp as it stung her still tender ass,                                                                        ‘You think it is okay to come down to my office flashing your tits off to my men?’

Slap, slap, slap.’                                                                                                                                            ‘What are you talking about I’ve got your shirt on.’                                                                                      She cried out and his hand came down harder,                  

Slap, slap, slap.

‘My wet shirt, and you know what happens to a white shirt when it gets wet?’  

Slap, slap, slap.

Her eyes went wide and she bent her head to see what he was talking about, gulping as she saw the shirt was see through and her breasts were clearly visible,

‘I, er, I didn’t know, I’m sorry, I was, well, I was angry and I threw on the first thing that came to my hands. It wasn’t, I mean I didn’t ..’                                                                                                                                  He silenced her with another flurry of slaps,                                                                                                ‘Well now you will remember to dress correctly in fron of the men especially if you want to betaken seriously as a Don.’