Claimed by the Mafia Boss
After all, he could be wondering the same since I’ve made no attempt to contact him either.
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the knock on the door.
Grayson!
I raced to the door, not wasting time to look through the peephole. I swing the door wide open only to find Joe the doorman standing there with an assorted bouquet of tulips, my favorite flowers.
“Hello, Ms. Harrison, these just arrived for you at the front desk,” Joe says with a smile. “I thought you might like to have them right away.”
“Oh, yes, right,” I say, finding my words. “Hold on a sec.” I run to my purse and pull out a ten-dollar bill I keep around for such occasions. “Here you go. Thanks, Joe. I really appreciate it.”
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