Isabella took advantage of his momentary distraction, snatching the towel from his hands. She put on her most serious face, pretending she was just trying to help. “This is my house. I’ll come and go whenever I want. That’s my right,” she announced.
She dabbed the towel against his chest, shaking her head. “You’re soaked. Susan told me you’ve been working out forever. With this much sweat, I bet you won’t be running a fever tonight.”
Of course, she was just using it as an excuse to sneak a few touches. After being his wife for two lifetimes, technically anyway, she barely got any chances to get close to him. Honestly, Isabella thought she deserved a little more.
“Ethan, your body’s insane. Seriously, you look better than any male model. If The Adams Group ever goes under, you could totally become a model. I’ll even be your sugar mama,” she teased.
Ethan stiffened. “Isabella!”
She looked innocent. “What? I’m just wiping sweat.”
“Watch where you’re touching!” His voice was tense.
“I’m just being thorough. Wherever there’s sweat, I wipe. For this kind of top-tier service, you should tip me. Nothing too crazy, maybe a hundred thousand or so. That’s fair, right?”
She grinned at him. “You’re Ethan, the big boss of The Adams Group. A tip less than six figures would be beneath you.”
Ethan could only think, this woman is just obsessed with money.
He yanked the towel back, ending her “helpfulness.” It was obvious she was just looking for an excuse to run her hands over his abs. The worst part? He hadn’t even wanted to stop her.
Now that her fun was cut short, Isabella stepped back, hands shoved in her pockets as she watched him pull his shirt on.
“Susan said you’re in a bad mood,” she said.
“Do you care?” Ethan asked.
Isabella flashed him a bright smile. “Of course I care. I care a ton. You’re my main sponsor, after all.”


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