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

and a simple white T-shirt.

Somehow, seeing him casual was worse.

In suits, I could file him away as dangerous. Untouchable. The man my mother warned me about.

In sweatpants, he was real.

A man.

“Ready?” he asked.

No, I thought.

“Lie face down,” I said.

He approached the table, hesitated, then looked at me.

“Do I take off the shirt?”

“Yes,” I said, desperately continue reading …