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

he rested his forehead against mine.

“Slow,” he whispered.

“Slow,” I agreed.

“But together.”

“Together.”

We both knew my mother would find out.

We both knew it would be chaos.

But for a while, we lived inside the secret.

Officially, I was still the housekeeper and physical therapist.

Secretly, I was his.

There were morning kisses. Stolen touches. Loaded glances continue reading …