Elena’s Pov

“Oh shit, this place is bigger than I thought,” I muttered under my breath as I dragged the heavy feather duster across another marble side table in the east wing.

My arms already ached from the nonstop cleaning, but the pay was insane for a live-in gig, so I kept pushing.

Marcus Black’s mansion felt like a damn museum.

Every room screamed money. Tall ceilings, dark wood panels, and windows that looked out over manicured lawns I’d never afford in my life.

I checked my phone. Four thirty.

Plenty of time before he got back from whatever rich CEO stuff he did all day.

The agency lady had...