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

“Yes, doctor.”

The next day, Julian showed me a full therapy room I had not known existed inside the mansion.

Professional massage table.

Luxury equipment.

Therapeutic oils and lotions organized on a shelf.

“Of course he has a private physical therapy room,” I muttered.

“Boss prepares for everything,” Julian said.

Dominic arrived wearing black sweatpants continue reading …