THE CEO'S WORK MAID

his touch, the way his silver-gray eyes seemed to see right through her-it was enough to keep

. His presence alone was suffocating, charismatic, and downright terrifying. And now, she'd made a mis

ad been assigned to clean the master suite. The same room where Dylan

and gray dominating, sleek and modern, yet oddly impersonal. Everything was positioned with

floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the expansive estate. It wasn't until she came to the massive king-sized bed that she realiz

dea aside. This wasn't he

e door closing behind her caused her to panic, as a shiver traveled

d in the doorway, his

is voice was low, but

ing the pillow that had been in her

from hers. "I don't recall granting anyone permissio

. "I was w

yet beneath it lay something dark and unreadable. "Do you have a

ontrollably. "I... I didn'

hen, to her utter surprise, a smile lingered on his lips. It was not war

his voice low and measured

nched on the

creased slig

from him, his presence wrapping itself around her like an invisible shackle. He leaned across her, deliberately tou

. He was testing her.

shallow and controlled. She didn't dare move, didn't dare flinch, even wh

e no longer looming over her. But t

his voice level but commanding. "And i

behind him. Only then did she breathe shakily, her hands t

a little voice inside informed her that Dylan Blac

kitchen, the lower decks, and made sure that whatever work she had, it did not involve approaching his office or p

n usual, the silence pressing down on her as she curled up on the thin mat in the little maid's ro

tupid, little part of her ha

iou

round herself. She would keep her head down and work the following day, and

had oth

*

grand staircase when the atmospher

ome wit

looked up slowly. Dylan stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in ye

e raced.

e simply turned and departed

sobedience was no

the marble floors. He led her down the long, dark corridors of the mansion, on

ntered. Ava was re

his wor