Chapter 44

The busy traffic of Manhattan had made a siege on Eva's car. She was going home after a hectic day, still managing to find herself over the past few days. She hadn't yet recovered from the thought of Denzel choosing a housemaid over her. She still remembered that night as vividly as a clear sky. After they had the most explosive sex, Kate had interrupted with a buzz at the door of Denzel's house. Then, like a man under the spell of an enchantress, Denzel had left her and ran after Kate, almost naked. What was so special about her? She was just a maid—or was she more? Eva thought to herself.