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“Bad?”

“The worst. Anyway, he heard me screaming and came to my rescue. I told him a little of what went on.”

“And you bonded. Honey, it’s natural for that to happen. You are two very beautiful people.”

“I cannot stay married to him. It would not work between us.”

“It seems to be working now.”

“It’s the newness of it.” She rubbed her palm over the moisture restlessly. “He is not my type and I told him that.”

“And yet you are still intimate.”

She sighed again. “Can we talk about something else? Anything else that does not give me a bitch of a headache?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned at her. “You look hot.”

“I always look hot.”

“You are even more so now.”

“I would prefer to talk about you.

Chapter 9

"Your husband is here."

"My who?" She aimed a distracted frown at her assistant as she studied the report in detail. She had come back to work and was right in the thick of things.

It had been uncomfortable at first, with everyone referring to her as Mrs. Monteith, until she had told them to knock it off and she had refused to spring for a bigger office. That was just ridiculous.

"Your husband."

"Oh. Where—"

"Right here. Thanks." Jaylen sent the woman a slight smile that had her blushing. She had left him this morning to go to some photoshoot in a studio. The look of him, the purely masculine beauty of him had her going weak. "Hey."

"You are here."

"I am here."

"Why?"

"I cannot pop in to see my wife?"

"I am not really—" She shook her head. "I am swamped and you don't have to come and visit."

"It's my company too."

"One you have never taken an interest in." She sat on the edge of the desk, one leg swinging.

"Never had a need until now." He stood in front of her, hands on her shoulders. "You look very appealing."

"You saw me this morning."

He rubbed her shoulders a little absently. "I have to go away."

Her heart took a dive, just simply shuddered downwards and stopped.