Aria stood outside Damien Blackwood's bedroom suite at exactly 6:58 AM, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She'd dressed with extra care this morning made sure her uniform was perfectly pressed, her hair pulled back in a neat bun, not a single detail out of place. She needed to look professional, competent, forgettable.
Even though every instinct screamed that Damien Blackwood would never find her forgettable.
Stop it, she commanded herself. ''You're here to clean his room. That's all. This is just another assignment.''
But her hands were shaking slightly as she checked her phone. 6:59 AM.
At exactly 7:00, she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
His voice was rougher than usual, still heavy with sleep, and something about that intimacy made her stomach flip.
Aria pushed open the door and stepped into Damien Blackwood's private sanctuary.
