Mob Mistress by Renee Rose Page A

wrapped her arms around his neck and offered her lips, but the line between her brows as she turned away told him all was not well.
    He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone and called his accountant. The Feds had just subpoenaed all his financial records.
    The mayor had called him five times.
    And he could sense Lexi pulling back, which meant running off on her tonight was a mistake.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    She walked out of the therapist’s office with a bounce in her step. Bobby had been right — the EMDR had completely liberated her from the trauma of her car accident. She’d sat in the therapist’s office and described the accident, moment by moment, all the while moving her eyes slowly from side to side. The therapist had her imagine the disturbing images of the event and conjure the feelings. When she stayed with the eye movements, all the terror lost its power over her.
    Although she had made a follow up appointment, she left completely transformed, doubting she needed any further help.
    As if to confirm her positivity, when she checked her voicemail afterward, she had received a call from human resources at Stellar saying they wanted to schedule an interview.
    “Yes!” she whispered out loud as she walked to the El stop.
    She dialed the number and by a third miracle, scheduled the interview for Tuesday afternoon, a few hours after the massage Bobby’s secretary had set up for her. She would be relaxed and ready to impress!
    She called Gina. “Guess what?”
    “Chicken butt?”
    “I got an interview for the job!”
    “Awesome! That’s fantastic, you deserve it, girl!”
    “I’m so excited. And it just so happens that Bobby set up a massage for me that day, so I’ll be cool, calm and collected.”
    “A massage, huh?” Gina repeated, sounding impressed.
    “I know. He takes good care of me. Did I tell you he paid off my rent at the salon, too?”
    “No! That’s fabulous. He’s a keeper.”
    “Well, not really.”
    “Why, what do you mean?”
    “Nothing. Just that he’s not available. Unless I want to be a goomah for the rest of my life.”
    “Oh. Gotcha. I’m sorry. That kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, don’t worry about it for now. Just enjoy being treated like a princess. You could use a little pampering after all you’ve been through over the last year.”
    “Yeah, thanks. That’s kind of what I’d arrived at, too. It’s good for now. Just not a permanent thing. Okay, I gotta go. I should call Bobby, too.”
    “All right, take care, honey.”
    “You too, bye!”
    She hung up and dialed Bobby’s number, her pulse picking up a bit of speed, the way it always did when she interacted with him.
    “Hey, babe,” he answered.
    Her heart fluttered.
    “Thank you so much for setting up the therapy appointment for me. I feel completely transformed. What a difference!”
    “Hey, that’s great! Glad to hear it.”
    “And I just found out I got the job interview — you know for that trainer position?”
    “Of course I remember — the reason you took portfolio pictures. Congratulations. When is it?”
    “Tuesday afternoon.”
    “Fantastic. I’ll take you shopping for clothes, unless you already know what you want to wear.”
    Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe him. “No — uh — I’d love to go shopping with you. Thanks!”
    “Listen, baby, I wish I could take you out tonight to celebrate, but I’m up to my ears in shit right now. I will try to get over later, if I can.”
    “Sure... no problem,” she said, irrationally disappointed. She’d held no expectation for him to take her out to celebrate, but to have him express the desire made her want it.
    “Okay, I’ll text you if I can make it. Bye, doll.”
    She ignored the neediness brewing underneath her thoughts about Bobby as she took the train to work and cut hair that afternoon. It was still a great day, regardless of the availability of her... what was he to her? Boyfriend? Owner? That made