Troy
The second I open the door to Bella, I see her expression contort as a range of emotions flash across her features. There's anger, frustration, rage, confusion, upset, but she finally settles in on an amused annoyance that’s almost adorable.
“Mr. Vin, I'm assuming?” She arches an eyebrow as she stares up the front of my building that’s both my office and my penthouse on the top floor.
“Vin is my middle name.” I have found that - when I don't want someone to know who I am - using my middle name can often throw people off the scent. And I know for sure that she would not have come here if she knew that I was the man on the other end of the line calling her for her services.
She nods her head. “Well, you tricked me Troy. Do you actually have work for me to do, or is this just a nifty
