d him, cleaning things that were already clean, trying to escape

the hallway, clutching the laundry

ted her near

Lars said. His tone was neu

hite envelope. "A tip.

money. But she took it. It was part of

tor. As soon as the doors clos

her face in

feeling, a dangerous warmth she refuse

lashing back to the ma

as a mercenary, a ghost. This was a billionaire. She wa

pened on the b

er arms were crossed over h

demanded. "Di

clutched the laundry bag tighter. "

shade of purple that

"You think you can charm hi

. "I don't know what you did or said to him, but I saw

She thought of the ele

r voice was steady, but

hissed. "You got lucky today.

ld, Ms. Perez," Betsey

he flesh. "I'm watching you, Madden. One slip u

f anger surged through her. She pulled her a

the strength in the movement. She

e walked away, tossing the

of here. She needed t

omorrow. She was the moth, and C