“I ran my own business for six years, so I do know what I’m doing,” I tell her, refusing to sell myself short. “But never on this scale.”
She waves away my concern. “You can handle it.”
“I just wish Misha would back off a little. Give me some space.”
“I’m not sure men like him are built to take a step back, hon,” Rowan tells me gently. “He’s the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. ‘Control’ is his middle name.”
The thought strikes me that I have no clue what his middle name is. Maybe I should figure that out. So many little secrets he keeps jealously protected for God-knows what reason.
“That may be true, but he’s not going to control me.”
“You mean at work, right?” Rowan asks.
“Yeah. And in general.” I frown at her. “Wait, what do you mean?”
She smiles mischievously. “Well, the
