Chapter 3

Ethan wouldn't embarrass me in front of an outsider.

He knew how to control his emotions.

That's why he suggested going home.

Problems were solved at home. Our unspoken rule.

He pulled me into his arms the moment we stepped inside our penthouse.

"She's just an intern, fresh out of college. Why are you getting so worked up over her?"

His voice was gentle, trying to soothe.

"First time."

Ethan looked puzzled. "What?"

"In all these years, Ethan. This is the first time you've let another woman sit in your passenger seat."

He hadn't realized. He hadn't thought it mattered that much.

Everyone in our circle knew how sought-after Ethan Miller was.

Women threw themselves at him. Constantly.

But he was disciplined. A fortress.

He never strayed.

Ethan chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face.

"I didn't know you could still get jealous."

He leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek, then finding mine.

"She's my employee, Olivia. That's it."

He held my face in his hands, his gaze intense.

"There will never be anything else between us. I promise you."