Wolfe Manor – Midnight
The twins were asleep. The house was silent. But Talia was wide awake, curled on the chaise lounge in Ethan's massive study, sipping lukewarm chamomile tea and staring at the magazine in her hand.
Her face was on the cover.
Again.
"Billionaire's Muse or Mogul in the Making?" the headline blared in gold print above her candid shot from the pop-up event. And while the article was largely flattering, it still stung.
Accessory. Arm candy. The girl who 'snagged' Ethan Wolfe.
"Snagged, my ass," she muttered.
Behind her, the sound of soft footsteps made her stiffen. She didn't have to turn to know who it was.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Ethan's voice was low, almost amused.
"I could ask you the same thing," she said without looking up.
He moved beside her, sliding onto the adjacent armchair, his tie loosened, hair tousled from the long day. Talia hated how easy it was to want him like this, unguarded. Real.
