She wished she’d grabbed him and kissed him the way she’d wanted to instead of letting him get away with a light peck on the forehead like she was someone dear to him. Not someone he’d not only been intimate with but rocked the bedframe with. She might not have much – read any – experience with actual sex, but even she knew what they shared had been spectacular.

She parked her car, pulled on the best neutral face she could muster, and headed to Ian’s office. His secretary told her to go on in, so she knocked once and opened the door, not realizing he was on the phone.

He gestured for her to come in and take a seat.

“Well, I’m glad the weekend worked out for you, too. Yes, I agree. She’s intelligent and intuitive,” Ian said to the person on the phone, giving Sienna a wink as he spoke.

Her stomach flipped over as she realized he must be speaking to Ethan. “Yes. Yes, I agree. Hands-on is always a good thing. I’ll consider it,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers. “Thanks again for looking out for her.”

Sienna did her best not to wince. Ian might just blow a gasket if he knew how much looking … and touching Ethan had actually done.

“Yes. I’ll be in touch about the specs and schematics. I have to go. I have an appointment. Goodbye.” Ian hung up the phone and met Sienna’s gaze. “Well, you made quite an impression.”

Forcing a smile, she somehow maintained both her dignity and composure. “I did my best to represent you. Although… I didn’t think you’d be checking up on me with Ethan Knight.” She raised her eyebrows at her brother, who liked to have a hand in all his siblings’ lives, full and otherwise.

Ian sat on the edge of his desk. “Actually, Ethan called me. He wanted to make sure you had a good weekend that was productive and helpful in making a decision about your future.”

Hmm. That was interesting. So it wasn’t out of sight, out of mind as she’d assumed. At least she’d had some kind of impact on her host.

She cleared her throat. “While touring Manhattan, we talked a lot about what the program offered, and it’s honestly just as I thought.”

“Meaning?” Ian asked.

“It’s more school. Paperwork. Studying. I feel like I’m ready to be out in the world doing things. Making an impact.”

He chuckled, probably at her enthusiasm. “Understood. Listen, I have to go over to the construction site … otherwise known as the new stadium to be. Want to join me?” he offered.

“Oh my God, yes!” She jumped up from her seat, eager for the opportunity to check out the new place firsthand, doing her best not to flinch at the shock of slight pain between her legs. No, she wouldn’t be forgetting Ethan any time soon.

A little while later, she was wearing a hard hat and walking alongside Ian, touring the first level of the stadium. He pointed out where the concession stands would be, the VIP ticket sales office, and the restrooms. But those things were in any stadium and they weren’t Ian’s pride and joy.