He bent down, his cold lips landing a soft kiss on her hair, the arm around her unconsciously tightening.
He held her so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse her into his bones and blood.
Summer Ford's body stiffened slightly with her back to him.
Ethan Laurent's lips slowly traced down along her hair, brushed past the hollow of her neck, lifted the strap of her nightdress, and pressed a kiss to the round curve of her shoulder. His movements paused for a moment. "I forgot to tell you something."
Summer froze faintly, her gaze slanting slightly in his direction.
She didn't speak, just quietly waited for what he was going to say next.
"I've already fired Raine Sullivan. The previous candidate for design director also had an incident. The design department is a bit of a mess right now. This past month, I've been busy dealing with internal company matters," Ethan continued to explain to her.
