od outside the massive double doors of the most expensive pen

embling finger aga

no butler, no maid. Just a cavernous, hyper-modern

of guest slippers available-a pair of men's slides that were three sizes too big. She shu

cough echoed from

nts and a matching t-shirt. He had taken out his contacts and was wearing a pair of thin, gold-rimm

l lingering on his neck. The heavy stone

ghtly in front of her. "Mr. Rocha, I a

bridge of his nose. "I almost died, Ms. F

do you want to eat? I can order from the be

broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. "I

ocha, my cooking skills max ou

ard the massive, open-concept k

en. The appliances looked like they belonged on a spaceship. She opened the massive double-door

gas stove and twisted a knob. A massive burst of blue flame sho

very move. Watching her panic over the stove, the coldness in his chest melte

ed a heavy bone-china soup pot from the drying rack. Her hand

ning crash, shattering into d

ately dropped to her knees, her hands r

He vaulted over the back of the s

uch it!"

oor with terrifying speed. His grip was tight, hi

y finally broke her. Tears welled up in her eyes, spi

on's body. He let out a heavy sigh, his thumb

kitchen island and pressed her down

weatpants. He grabbed a broom and dustpan, sweepin

sink, washed his hands, and picked up a heavy che

ook," h