Is she real, or am I still dreaming?

Andrew’s gaze devoured the beautiful woman standing less than a foot away from him, lush midnight-black hair haloed around her head, deep dark brown eyes—too large in her delicate heart-shaped face—sheened with shock, while her full pink lips dropped open in a perfect O. She wore no makeup, but somehow her colouring seemed even purer, more tempting—her translucent skin given a lustrous glow in the single beam of light. And the soft smell of gardenias and freshly cut grass surrounded her, it had the oddest effect of calming his nerves but quickening his heart rate in an erotic way.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the foggy confusion and dislodge the last vestiges of the nightmare still rippling through his body in painful shudders, but they were quickly dispelled by the fragrance in the air.

A dream? She has to be a dream.

But she wasn’t one of the women who usually visited him in his nightmares—her scent fresh and intoxicating instead of cloying and nauseating, her expression open and transparent instead of studied and calculating, she had the countenance of innocence like nothing had yet marred her purity. He was drawn to her instantly, she couldn’t possibly be a dream.

Plus he could see her, smell her, and it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt almost…good.

The heavyweight in his groin throbbed, and her gaze dropped to his lap, tented now by the sheet. Then shot back to his face.

She trembled violently, her breathing so ragged he could see her nipples rising and falling beneath her tank top even though she seemed surprisingly flat-chested for a woman, it must mean that she is still very young or genetically didn’t have large breasts. And why was she wearing black jeans that showed every line of her long legs?

Why the hell is my first erotic fantasy in over a year not naked? Can’t I even fantasize properly anymore?

The strangely normal thought reverberated in his head.

“I-I’m Tatum, your new housekeeper.” The words rushed out in a breathless murmur.

What the..?What a husky voice so low and raspy and soothing on the ear with a hint of feminine seductive charm.

Painful reality exploded in Andrew’s frontal lobe, and fury engulfed him.

Not a dream. But the new employee. Did Jonathan tell this woman to sneak into my bedroom? That son of a… My friend and business partner is officially a dead man.