Need You Now. Yahrah John St.

smell his musky masculine scent. “You want a great deal of money to save this sinking ship, and it comes with a price.”

      “Sleep with you or else?”

      “No,” Ethan returned. “Marry me or else.”

      Shane burst through her office door seconds later. “Sis, I heard Ethan Graham is in the building—” He stopped short, blinking in bafflement that he’d clearly interrupted a moment.

      Ethan walked toward him and shook Shane’s hand warmly. “Shane, it’s good to see you again.”

      “You, as well,” Shane responded and glanced over at his sister. “Kay, are you okay?” he asked, because all color had gone out of her face.

      “I…I…” Kayla glanced at Ethan’s smug face and then back at her brother. She was experiencing a gamut of perplexing emotions. “I…I need a glass of water.” With leaden feet, she walked over to her wet bar and with trembling hands opened a bottled water. Marry Ethan or else? What the hell was he thinking? He was the last person she wanted to marry.

      She brought the bottle to her lips and turned to face them.

      “Are you here to talk about investing?” Shane inquired.

      “More or less,” Ethan glanced at Kayla, whom he’d struck into silence with his bold offer. He’d thought long and hard and realized that Kayla was the only woman he’d ever known who shared his love of money and thrived on power. He’d spent years searching for someone who could hold her own with him, when Kayla had been that someone all along.