Page 391 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And now I know it for sure.

A grin plays at my lips as I watch him with Aisling. She grabs hold of his ear and tugs and he lets out a yelp as if he’s being stabbed through the eye.

It only makes her laugh harder.

Sweet thing that she is.

I reach for her, helping Dante extract his ear from her death grip.

That’s when it happens.

That’s when the noxious scent from her diaper assaults my nostrils and my gut knots in response.

I almost gag, it’s so horrific.

And I’ve been around decaying bodies.

“Oh my God,” I rasp, holding her straight out as she kicks her legs. “She’s kicking. She shouldn’t be kicking. What if it leaks?”

Dante lifts an eyebrow at me. “Okay, says the au pair. Don’t you deal with this kind of shit all the time…literally?” He snickers at his own joke. “Why don’t you just change her?”

“Change her,” I repeat. “Well, yes, of course, but I don’t have…” I twist left and right. “Equipment…”

“You mean, like diapers?” He stands up and runs a hand through his hair. “You’re right. I didn’t bring her bag with me. Come on, I’ll show you the nursery.”

I furrow my brow. “Just like that? They haven’t even hired me.”

He shrugs. “Whatever gets me out of doing the dirty deed.”

I let out an incredulous giggle. “But you don’t even know me!”

“I’ve heard several times how amazing your references are. That’s good enough for me.” He pulls on a t-shirt and folds his massive arms over his chest.

“Are you sure your brother and sister-in-law won’t be angry that you brought me up without them giving me the okay?”

“Why? Do you really think I’d let anyone hurt my niece?” he says, his gaze darkening. “Because I’d do anything to protect her.Anything.”

“That’s good to know,” I say, forcing a smile and cradling Aisling in my arms, hoping to God the poop stays securely in her diaper until I can get her changed. I had time to watch plenty ofYouTubevideos before I showed up here and exploding poop?

It’s a thing.

A fucking heinous, gross, and gravity-defying thing.

Dante wheels the stroller into another hotel entrance, one that leads into a long hallway with a private elevator bank at the very end. “This leads to the private residences. Heaven and Matteo have one on the forty-eighth floor. Actually, they have the whole floor,” he says with a snicker.

When the elevator opens on the forty-eighth floor, we are standing right inside of the apartment. It’s not the penthouse because there is a fiftieth floor. “Who lives up on the top two floors?” I ask Dante.

“My brother Sergio and his fiancé Jaelyn live on fifty. And Tommy Marcone lives on forty-nine when he’s here in town with his wife. He’s only here about six months out of the year because he does a lot of traveling. But he’s here this week to personally cater Aisling’s christening.”

My mouth drops open. “Tommy Marcone? The celebrity chef?”

“The one and only. Our families are joint owners of this place and Tommy owns the restaurant downstairs.”

My mouth drops open. I’ve never been much of a cook, but I love watching his show onThe Food Networkbecause he is sexy as hell and hysterical to boot. “That’s amazing. I’m a big fan.”

“Maybe you’ll get to meet him at the party.” Dante winks at me. “You know,ifyou get the job.” He brushes against me completely unnecessarily, his eyes glimmering with innuendo. “There are lots of perks.”

My skin prickles when his warm breath flutters against my cheek.

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