No one in the office knew we were married. Brandon was adamant about enforcing the company's no-office-romance policy, so to everyone else, I was just another senior employee.

At work, he always kept his distance. Once, when I had a 104-degree fever and could barely stand, I went to him, hoping he'd take me to the hospital. But he brushed me off, worried about what people might think, and told me to get HR to give me the day off.

Yet, if Jenna so much as whispered about a stomach ache, Brandon would cancel meetings and rush her to the doctor.

I followed him into his office, watching as he gently told Jenna to go rest in the back room.

Once we were alone, Brandon came over and grabbed my hand, his voice low. "Still mad?"

I pulled my hand away, keeping my tone distant. "I told you, I'm not mad."

He placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes drilling into mine. "Don't lie to me. I didn't come home last night, and you didn't even call or text. And you expect me to believe you're not upset?"

I frowned, confused. "Jenna was with you, right? She's your secretary. She'd take care of you."

His expression darkened, and his grip on my shoulders tightened.

I winced from the pressure and tried to pull away. In the struggle, he shoved me onto the couch. As I pushed myself up, my hand brushed against something. I tugged at it and pulled a pink lace bra from between the cushions.

The anger drained from Brandon's face as soon as he saw it. "That's…"

I didn't care to hear his explanation. I tossed the bra back onto the couch, my voice calm. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going, Mr. Louis."

After work, I had a meeting with a client. Just as I stepped outside, Brandon's car pulled up in front of me. "Get in. We'll drop Jen off first, then head to that seafood buffet by the water."

Jenna poked her head out from the passenger seat, grinning. "Sorry, Sylvia, I'm hitching a ride again!"

I was busy trying to hail a cab, and without looking at her, I said, "You two go ahead. I'm allergic to seafood."

Brandon's face turned dark immediately. He knew I wasn't allergic to seafood. In fact, that buffet was one of my favorites.

He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but I didn't give him a chance. I walked around his car and got into a cab across the street.

What I didn't expect was for Brandon and Jenna to follow me to the restaurant.