Ryan POV
Mr. White’s attention lingered on Scarlett a little too long.
His eyes moved over her face, then briefly down to her figure before returning to mine.
He gave me a look that was supposed to pass between two men without words.
I didn’t like it.
I’d spent enough time around wealthy entrepreneurs to know what that look meant.
Some men had a habit of assuming that a beautiful assistant must come with benefits that weren’t listed in her job description.
They treated proximity to a powerful man as an invitation to make assumptions about her personal life.
Scarlett wasn’t an accessory.
She wasn’t part of some private arrangement.
And she certainly wasn’t there for anyone’s entertainment.
“Let’s go.”
I turned away from Mr. White.
Scarlett followed me.
After we’d wa
