Later that day, Lena confronted Ethan in the elevator.
"Isabella here your problem?" she asked, tone calm but dangerous.
"What?" Ethan snapped. "She's not my problem."
"Then why did I see you two talking in the lobby?"
"I was handling business," he said, controlling his voice. "And you weren't part of it."
Lena's lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unimpressed. "Sounds like you're hiding something."
Ethan felt frustration bubble. She was challenging him again—testing his control. But beneath it, a strange thrill coursed through him. He didn't just want her obedience. He wanted her trust. And earning it was going to be… deliciously difficult.