When I got the job to clean a billionaire’s penthouse, I was excited to see how the other half lived.
But, the apartment is always empty. Each night, my only company is an undeniably attractive gargoyle perched outside the bedroom railing, and the gifts the owner leaves behind for me.
I probably shouldn’t go out onto the patio in this newly gifted nightgown, but there’s just something about that statue that is driving me crazy. Maybe just one touch will be enough to satisfy my cravings…
