Cain's POV

  “What the hell are you standing there for?” I asked Hilda, who looked beyond shocked as she hurried to me.

  She tried to maintain eye contact but couldn't hold it with the iciness in my eyes.

  “She insisted on bringing it in herself,” she argued.

  I gave her a dirty look, and she shrank back into her shell.

  “I'm sorry.” She apologized, going back to grab hold of Ashley's bag, but I didn't miss the glare she sent Ashley's way as she walked past.

  Screwing my housekeeper was one thing, but letting her know her place every now and then was another thing.

  I didn't bother to ask...