Another job application, another rejection. If I don’t come up with something fast, I’ll be begging to have my old room at home back within a week.
No.
I can’t. I won’t do that.
To make matters worse my secret, lifelong never gonna happen crush, controversial mob lawyer Ben Slade is missing, presumed dead.
A chance meeting. A job offer.
Just ask no questions and it’ll pay a cash check, enough to get me out of this slump.
Just be a maid for a day, how hard can it be?
As soon as I see him, as soon as I know who I’m cleaning for, I know for a fact his sheets are gonna need turning down more than once a week.
Starting right. Freaking. Now.
I don’t know what’s come over me. I never even think like this let alone want to act on it, but if an older guy could ever go for a younger girl?
I pray Ben Slade is that older man and that the younger girl is yours truly.
Funny thing about psycho killer crime families, they want you to keep them out of jail, but they never want to pay.
I woke up recently, and after asking for payment from the leading crime family in the state, I had a price on my head instead.
Deciding to play Fuck You instead was an easy decision. I’ve got so much dirt on these people I could bury them all and still have enough to build an island.
The feds have me holed up, safe. Giving me time and space to work on my own case, my own testimony, and evidence.
What they didn’t tell me is they hired an angel from heaven to come do the dirty work.
From the minute I see her, I know she’ll never clean anything, never want for anything.
But soon, I discover that enemies are catching, and kissing the hired help is the best way to spread that disease.