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

me enough to be dangerous.

Enough to make my heart want things it had no business wanting.

On the fifth session, while I worked a stubborn knot near his shoulder, he said quietly, “You’re the only person I let touch me like this.”

My hands paused.

“What?”

“I don’t trust easily. I don’t let people close.” He turned his head to look at me. “But with you, continue reading …