His demand

Mia's pov.

As soon as we touched down in Chicago, we made a beeline for the meeting that had been arranged by Logan's assistant. The meeting with the clients and the deal discussions took up nearly half the day. Logan had to pay a visit to the Chicago office, and it wasn't until later in the evening that we finally found ourselves free and returned to the hotel. I had made sure to book two separate rooms, determined to avoid any rumors of an affair with my billionaire boss.

From the expression on Logan's face, it was evident that he wasn't pleased with this arrangement. Nevertheless, I paid him no mind and headed to my room. Exhausted from the journey, I indulged in a hot bath, which eased the tension in my muscles. Afterward, I slipped into my clothes and stepped out. That's when the landline phone rang.

Frowning, I picked it up, wondering who would be calling me on the landline.

"Mia!" Logan's deep, husky voice resonated through the speakers, causing my heart to skip a beat. His