"Where's the baby?"

"Mr. Cruz, Miss Olivia Marcello is here for your 4 pm," an elderly woman announced through Ryan's office phone.

The handsome man who was aimlessly sorting through some papers on his desk looked at the telephone before checking his Rolex watch.

3:54 pm.

He reached over to the black office telephone and pressed the intercom, "Let her in after six minutes."

Ryan sighed and leaned back in his leather chair, only to hear a loud knock on his mahogany door. He pressed on the intercom again, "Millie? What's going on?"

The door slowly opened and Ryan's hand immediately went on the gun that was strapped on his waist, hidden by his black blazer.

His stern expression softened upon seeing the gorgeous face of the woman that intruded his office. He noted her long, wavy brown hair that framed her angelic features, her slim but curvy body that was well hidden under her white, formal jumpsuit, and her...