Page 106 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

It doesn’t take an astrophysicist’s brain to know it’s got nothing to do with Acercraft. And since I’m not allowed to freelance, I suspect that there might be another motive for his actions, though I don’t know what it is.

My boyfriend can be weird sometimes, but transferring knowledge to his girlfriend isn’t something that gets him off.

I got the job in Vancouver, but I was given two months to accept the offer, which is now a couple of weeks away. I didn’t tell Ethan I got the job, but I suspect he knows.

Ethan just knows things. Or it might be that Jordan has blabbed to him. As my primary overseer, they must have contacted him for an official recommendation by now.

Grant is coming in from Vegas today, and they’re having a family dinner, to which Ethan’s invited me to meet his family. So, instead of the usual 10 or 11 p.m., he’s leaving earlier. He let Will go home early, too, because I was coming to see him before leaving for dinner together.

At the moment, we’re in his darkened office, and I’m on the couch, tapping away on my laptop.

“How’s that going, baby?” he asks about the firewall he asked me to break through. It’s impossible to break, but he insists there’s a weak spot. My eyes are beginning to cross.

“I haven’t found a way so far. I feel like you’re training me for something special here.”

“I did once ask you if you wanted to get trained.” He answers cryptically, and I know he won't say more.

“On the condition that I be quiet… what was it about my tongue again?”

"I absolutely take that back, your tongue has now been given full access to do whatever it wants to me."

I laugh "I love the sound of that babe. Speaking of access, Will was such an excellent cockblocker between Zeus and Ms. Russo, do you think he suspects anything now?”

Ethan likes the nickname Zeus so much better than Harvard, but I’ve said that calling him Zeus while he’s inside me is where I draw the line.

“Considering the amount ofunkempttrash he’s suddenly having to deal with," he replies without looking up, “it’s likely.”

I regularly have lunch, work, snack, and pretty much exist for a long time in his office, and like a normal person, I’m bound to generate some garbage.

Ethan generates garbage too, only not in a normal way. He flattens every cardboard box, folds papersand tissuesinto neat squares, and anything else that can't be folded goes into white calico drawstring sacs made for that reason. I love the fact thathe'll let me, and even insist on me doing what I want to him and around him.

“Plus, he’s my personal assistant, babe. He’s paid to notice certain things and keep his mouth shut. I just send him away so I’m not rubbing it in his face and making it too much of a temptation to not be professional about my proclivities. And, he’s stopped looking at you like a hungry puppy. So odds are, he knows but won’t say anything.”

“Well, then, I suppose I can stop worrying about him and start blushing when I see him.”

Ethan laughs. “I don't want you blushing for anyone except me. God, I love that color on you,”he muses.

I only shake my head in amusement. “What if Jordan knows? Or Mike?”

He stops typing and swings his chair around. “Do you want them to know?”

“No!”

He shrugs. “But us telling them before they find out controls the narrative.”

I am so worried about a scandal and my reputation. “Ethan, do you know how many promotions and perks I’ve had in the past six months? I bet some people already think I’m fucking my way to the top.”

“You are, in fact, on your way to the top. The fucking is just a bonus.”

I gasp. “Ethan!”

He finally becomes more serious. “I know what you mean, love. Do you want me to handle it?”

“How?”

“That’s the thing, you either give up control, or you don't. Trust me, I know how scary it is to not be in control.”

“Says the control freak.” I snort.

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