Chapter 7: The Shield
Ethan stared at the bags, then at Sarah. Without a word, he picked up the suitcases and carried them back down the hall to her room. When he returned, he walked right up to her, invading her space, his eyes blazing with an intensity that took her breath away.
""My empire means nothing if I have no one to share it with,"" he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. ""Eleanor doesn't dictate my life. The tabloids don't dictate my life. You and Lily brought light into a mausoleum. You are staying.""
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He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a tear from her cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through them both. It was the moment the invisible line between employer and employee finally dissolved.
""Tomorrow night is the annual Metropolitan Gala,"" Ethan said. ""You're coming with me. Not as my staff. As my guest.""
