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

a spray bottle I had knocked over earlier.

My foot slipped.

I knew I was going down.

I never hit the floor.

Strong arms caught me, pulling me against a solid chest.

Dominic held me like I weighed nothing.

Our faces were inches apart.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

His voice was low and loaded with too much meaning.

“You always do,” I answered without thinking.continue reading …