THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

shirt to my bare legs to the mug in my hand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked weakly.

“What am I doing here?” she shot back. “I thought your job ended three weeks ago.”

“I stayed.”

“Stayed?”

“As a housekeeper.”

The silence was brutal.

Then I saw the exact moment she understood.

“Avery Mitchell,” she said, voice dangerously low. “You did not.”

“Mom, let me continue reading …