Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorit...
She was beautiful, but not like the women who adorned magazine covers with their flawless skin and perfect hair. She was beautiful for the way she though, for the way her brain could conjure a tapestry of words that flowed like the Nile. She was beautiful for the passion she encompassed when defending something she be...
"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I loo...