*Maya's POV*
I was still thinking about my dinner with Marcus the next morning when Ethan's assistant arrived at the penthouse. Richard Martinez was a sharp-dressed man in his thirties who I'd seen maybe three times in all the months I'd been living here. He nodded politely as Ethan let him in, carrying a thick manila envelope.
"The documents you requested, Mr. Blackwood," Richard said, setting the envelope on the coffee table. "Everything is prepared according to your specifications."
"Thank you, Richard. That will be all."
After Richard left, I watched Ethan stare at the envelope like it contained something dangerous. His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense in that way that meant he was about to say something I wouldn't like.
"What's that?" I asked, though part of me already dreaded the answer.
"A proposal," he said, picking up the envelope. "A different kind of arrangement."
My stomach dropped. "What kind of arrangement?"
