“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

so loudly that Milo screamed too. The man lunged, catching my sleeve, but I twisted free and kicked the gun beneath the bed.

Then another voice came from the doorway.

“Enough.”

Silas Vane stood there in a dark overcoat, perfectly composed, holding a pistol fitted with a suppressor. The sight of him made the room feel smaller.

“Naomi Carter,” he said. “The continue reading …