Jason didn’t move when Ethan stepped into the office, didn’t even glance up from the papers he’d been pretending to review.
“You’re back,” he said flatly, voice carrying that calm edge that always made people uneasy.
Ethan shifted, clearing his throat. “Yes, Boss. But um…”
His gaze finally lifted, sharp and narrowed. “What is it?”
“Ms Vegas took a taxi home,” Ethan replied. “She didn't eat breakfast either.”
“I see.” He let the word hang like a knife.
The sight of Anna curled into herself on the balcony flashed briefly across his mind.
He clenched his jaw. She had no idea what she’d been a part of last night… no idea what he was planning for her.
He'd let her crawl under his skin again last night. He'd told her more than he planned to.
Showed more than he'd planned to.
Neve
