Ryan's POV
I finished scrubbing the last pot in Serena's kitchen, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows and my thousand-dollar watch carefully set aside.
Who would've thought that Ryan Blackwood, CEO of a billion-dollar empire, would be elbow-deep in dish soap at midnight? Certainly not me a few weeks ago.
"That's the last one," I announced, drying my hands on a kitchen towel.
Serena looked up from her spot on the couch, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "You actually did a decent job. I'm impressed."
"Does that earn me the right to stay a little longer?" I asked, moving toward her with deliberate slowness.
She tucked her legs underneath her, a protective gesture I recognized immediately. "It's late, Ryan. And pregnant women need their sleep."
"Just one more cup of te
