r. Sunlight streamed through the towering windows, catching the flecks of gold in the ornate chandelier and casting diamonds across the
eeling tea, two porcelain cups, and a folded linen napkin rested on the tray. She'd learned to make even the sma
offices at night and cooked breakfast every morning like it was her sacred duty. After her mother's passing, Maya had found work where she could-first as a house cleaner, then a hotel maid. Eventu
l to
ay, he was
ts as he did business deals. He hadn't set foot in the estate in over two years. Everything Maya knew about him came from overhear
im. Just...clean around him. That's what she did. She kept to the background, made beds,
ray down carefully on the antique table near the window. She
n the mirror above the
just outside the archway, partially in sh
e stepped forward with slow, confident ease, his eyes scan
, She knew it was h
voice low and smooth, wit
wed. "Yes,
sharper in person-strong jawline, piercing gray eyes, neatly combed dark h
it's an art installation?" he
nly when the guest
t it was something. A spark. A twitch of inter
t, and their hands brushed-his fi
tic electricity. She pulled back i
d felt it too. But then he poured the tea with one
of her apron. She hated the way her pulse jumped under h
ed, her voice steady despite
a moment longer. "N
back straight. But just as she rea
ay
tu
een here
four mon
no one mentioned th
ghtly, mortified. "I
f a smile returning. "I hate most
hadn't realized she was
composure cracked. She leaned against the wall for a se
just a man. A billionaire man who could have yo
t what made he
s touched. Something passed between them, fleeting
iculous. Men like Alexander Ashb
ll but spotless, with a single window that looked out over th
me today. Re
crossed
s in the guest room, she overheard voices
here?" one voice
another voice, low and male
tor
gton. Alexander's ex-fiancée. The one who had van
. Before it becomes a problem,
tsteps approaching, and Maya f
ear that. And now, she w