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

bell ringing in my body.

Eight thousand dollars.

That number flashed in my mind like a lighthouse.

So I took a breath and pressed the button.

The gate opened.

A tall man in a black suit greeted me with a look I could not read.

Curiosity, maybe.

Amusement, probably.

“You must be the new housekeeper,” he said.

Not a question.

“I’m Julian, Mr. Cain’s assistant.continue reading …