The gates were twice as tall as Camila expected.
Or maybe she just hadn’t expected anything at all.
No photos of the elusive Dante Moreau had prepared her for this—his estate hidden deep in the mountains, guarded like a fortress, his name whispered in boardrooms and on scandal blogs alike. Ruthless. Brilliant. Dangerous.
And now? Her responsibility.
She was here to “babysit” the billionaire. That’s what the email had said. A temporary live-in assistant hired by his legal team to keep him away from reporters, alcohol, and women for six weeks while the world forgot about his latest scandal.
Only, she hadn’t expected him.
The door opened before she could knock.
He stood there barefoot, in loose black pants and an open silk shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide the hard cut of his c
