Easton was a man of his word. He followed through with his light dinner of shrimp linguine with a white wine sauce that was delicious. In bed, he covered her with that hard body and proceeded to make love to her. Slow, deliberate, sexy—he rocked her world and they’d come together.

She’d slept tangled up in his arms.

Now it was Monday, and she was at her desk at Norcross Inc. Her hangover was thankfully a bad memory. She was trying not to be freaked out by the fact that they’d gotten ready for work together this morning like an old married couple. They’d showered together—which had included quick, thorough sex against the tiles. He’d cooked breakfast while she’d made the coffee. She’d made sure he didn’t forget a file that he needed for a meeting, and he’d given his firm opinion on what shoes she should wear with her slimline black pants and white shirt.

She shook her head and focused on her computer. Easton was already on a video call to New York with Zane Roth. They were working on a joint deal together.

Harlow plowed through a load work. Easton told her that Vander had some good leads and would check in later.

“Harlow Maree!”

The female voice shouted across the office and made Harlow’s head whip up. She saw other people staring.

A petite woman was descending on her.

Her sister.

They were night and day. Scarlett had been conceived via IVF, using a donor egg. She had ruler-straight, black hair, some Asian ancestry, and their father’s blue-green eyes like Harlow.

While Harlow was tall and blonde, Scarlett was small and dark-haired.

Harlow rose. “Scarlett, this is my workplace. You can’t come in here and yell.”

“I can when you’ve been lying to me, and helping to cover up Dad’s fuck-ups.”

“Scarlett.” Harlow grabbed her sister’s arm. “Keep it down.”

“So, were you ever going to tell me that Dad is in debt to his eyeballs, and dragged you into his disaster? Like always, he’d expect you to fix everything.”

“I wanted to keep you safe—”

“I’m not a child. Is it true some goons tried to kidnap you?”

“How do you know about this?”

“I called Dad and made him spill his guts.”

“Wait, he answered his phone?”

“Don’t deflect, fib, or tell me not to worry my pretty little head, Harlow.”

“What’s going on?”

Easton’s deep voice came from behind Harlow. He rested a hand on her shoulder.

Scarlett’s eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open.

“Easton, this is my sister, Scarlett. Scarlett, my boss, Easton Norcross.”

Her sister’s gaze dropped to Easton’s hand, her eyes narrowing. “You have a hot, famous billionaire boss? I thought you worked for Meredith?”

Harlow sighed. “This is a temporary assignment.”

“And now you’re sleeping with him?” Scarlett whisper-yelled.