“Aah, here she is,” Ian said, gesturing toward the entrance to the large conference room. “The woman responsible for the entire fan-experience idea. Ethan, you know my half sister, Sienna.”

Ethan heard her name, the sound both a shock to his system and a punch in the gut at the same time. He hadn’t expected to see Sienna again ever, especially not during his time in Miami. But here she was, walking over with a smile on her face.

“And Sienna, this is Ethan’s brother, Sebastian. And Sebastian, Ethan, this is my other sister, our executive director, Olivia Rhodes.” Ian gestured to the woman standing beside Sienna, a brunette who bore a striking resemblance to her brother.

But the introductions went over Ethan’s head because his gaze was wholly focused on the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind. Sienna appeared as beautiful as he remembered but much more fragile. Her skin was pale, her eyes wide as she forced a smile and shook Sebastian’s hand first.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Same.” Sebastian, unaware of Ethan’s reeling emotions, turned to Olivia Rhodes, giving her the same greeting.

“Ethan, you mentioned to me that Sienna was interested in more hands-on business dealings than school,” Ian said. “And when she returned from her weekend in New York, she blew me away with her ideas. Once we hired a company to implement the concepts, I thought it prudent to bring you in for security.”

“I’m impressed with her plans, as well,” Ethan said, not surprised at her ingenuity and intelligence. It had just been a question of finding the right fit for her business-wise. Apparently Ian had seen and tapped into the potential.

“So Sienna told me all about your weekend together in Manhattan.”

“We … kept busy,” Ethan muttered.

Sienna flushed a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, not wanting to draw attention to them.

“Right, we did.” Sienna gestured with her hands in that expressive way he’d found so engaging in New York. “The gala was lovely but I especially enjoyed seeing the sights. The Statue of Liberty was fascinating and One World Trade was heart-wrenching. In addition, we had good talks and it was very productive for me.”

Listening to her sum up their weekend into one of sightseeing and productivity had Ethan clenching his teeth in frustration considering he knew he’d spent much of that time balls deep inside her.

“We had a nice time, didn’t we … Ethan?” She hesitated, stumbling over his name.

If she’d called him Mr. Knight, he didn’t know if he’d have been able to restrain himself from throwing her over his shoulder and storming out of here like a caveman so he could take her in the nearest office he could find.

“It was fucking wonderful,” he muttered.

Sebastian turned to him, mouth open, and Ethan realized his mistake immediately.

“I mean it was great. We had fun,” Ethan said, rushing to be more polite and diplomatic. “And I’m sure there won’t be any issues on the project going forward.” Stick to business, he reminded himself.