THE BILLION-DOLLAR NANNY OF THE MAFIA KING
Kade instructed, pointing to the leather armchair near the hearth.
I sat down, pulling my legs up under the shirt. Kade grabbed another towel and stood behind the chair. He started to towel-dry my hair, rubbing the strands between the fabric.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Come in," Kade called out, not stopping.
The door opened and Mrs. Halloway walked in carrying a silver tray. She looked from me to Kade, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Mafia King drying his nanny's hair, but she didn't say anything.