MR. BILLIONAIRE WANTS ME

efore him through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office. He was a man use

eader had fallen apart because of a mistake his secretary had made. The thou

" Ethan's voice was cold, with a sharp edge to it that made his

n't know what happened. I'm sure I

ng mistakes and small errors that usually wouldn't have bothered him. But this? Th

ere delivered with the

hance. But Ethan wasn't listening. He already turned his attention to the

ed again, but her voice trailed

ut to the balcony. He could feel the heat rise in his chest. The only thing he hated more

und. Instead, he reached for the bottle of scotch in his cabinet, pouring himself

dialed his HR department. The woman on the

to what do we o

ne competent. Someone who doesn't wast

ll begin the sea

faintest taste of regret. He wasn't a man who cared much for apologies. People in his wor

-

his anger evident even from across the room. His reputation as a ruthless businessman was no secret. But this?

h, eyes flicking toward Ethan as he returned to his desk. He was already

han's fury was finally over for the moment. But no one dared make eye contact with him. Ethan's e

personal life, ensured no one ever took him too seriously. But there was always this undercurrent o

t the best of him, but today, everything felt off. His mind wandered for a moment, drifting to the whispers in the hal

illionaire playboy. That was all anyone cared about. It was easier for people to label him th

Ethan Thornton. And fra

s desk, irritated, a

a new s

request. It

were impressive-graduates of Ivy League schools and former employees of top firms. They all had the right qualifications, b

e résumé cau

tials that made him raise an eyebrow. No Ivy League de

mething about the way she presented herself, the way she'd managed t

was t

his phone aga

r in he

Something about this woman-Eva Brooks-had caught his attention in a way no one else had. Maybe it was her confidence. Maybe it w

ry. And for the first time in a long