My family was everything to me.

Which is why I didn't hesitate. I dropped it all-my life, my career, my home-and left New York, with my sisters, to come back and run my mom's business when she got sick.

Cleaning wasn't my thing, but my mom was damn good at it. So much so that her maid service was doing well with some pretty rich clientele.

Zane Richards.

He'd been one of them. I'd pictured a stuffy old man with a trophy wife, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

Young. Hot. Rich. Charming. Sinful.

Though I hated him on sight, that didn't stop me from wanting him.

So, I took him.and that should have been all. Just sex, no strings. And I'd return to my life in New York when my mom was better.

But that damn thin line.always getting in the way.

Maid to Hate.or Maid to Love?