Rose dressed elegantly that morning, casual, clean, fresh, and nothing close to someone heading out to scrub a billionaire’s penthouse. She looked like a woman with purpose. A woman with confidence. A woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
When she arrived at Lucas’s penthouse, even the security guards paused. They were used to seeing her in simple cleaning clothes, not this. But they said nothing and let her in.
Inside, Lucas sat in his large executive chair, glasses on, eyes glued to his laptop. His fingers were moving fast on the keyboard. He didn’t notice her at first. But when the door closed behind her, he slowly looked up.
And his gaze dragged over her, slow, bold, shameless.
Head to toe.
Then back up again.
A wicked smirk formed on his lips, and he removed his glasses wit
