LAYLA
I shuffled the pile of clean sheets in my arms and muttered to myself as I made my way through the twisting hallways of Del Morinos magnificent pack house.
Even though being a maid wasn't exactly one of my dream jobs, at least I didn't have to put up with the women he usually walks around with tonight.
I guess they are minor triumphs.
I didn't actually like Del Morino's presence even though he was
handsome and will have any kind of woman drooling over him.
I stopped outside the door to his room while balancing the linen on my hip.
I could see him leaning over his desk with a thick book open in front of him, through side of the door.
His broad shoulders were tense as usual, brooding and his dark hair appeared slightly tousled as if he had been fingering it.
I opened the
