This Man Confessed(136)
“Of course,” he chirps, and the next second he’s pressed against my back, his mouth at my ear, instigating a ferocious wave of treacherous tingles to ride through me. My hair is grasped and draped down my front before he takes the zip and tugs. “Oh dear.”
“What? Is it broken?”
“Urm…” He tries again. “No, baby. I think you may have grown out of it.”
I gasp, completely horrified, and turn to see my back in the mirror. There’s a good inch of bare flesh revealed and the material is not stretchy. I sag on the inside and out. And so it begins. All of the pregnancy side effects will be accelerated because I have two peanuts, not one. I refuse to cry, although I could, quite easily. I need to embrace this. I need to match Jesse in the enthusiasm stakes. It’s all right for him; he’s still going to be a god at the end of all this, whereas my body will probably be ravaged. I turn to face him, finding an apprehensive face around a chewed lip. He thinks I’m going to disintegrate. “Can I put my other dress on now?” I ask quietly.
He visibly relaxes and even fetches my other dress for me, helping me out of the now too small one and into the newly authorized one. “Beautiful,” he says, “I need to scram. Cathy’s downstairs and she’s made you breakfast. Please eat it.”
“I will.”
He can’t hide his surprise at my easy submission. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for eating,” I mutter, grabbing my bag and making my way out of the bedroom.
“I feel like I should thank you for everything you do without arguing with me about it.” He follows me down the stairs.
“If you were still fucking sense into me, then I would argue.”
“Are you pissed because I didn’t service you this morning?” he asks, amusement rife in his tone.
“Yes.”
“Thought so.” He grabs my hand and swings me around so my body crashes against his hard chest. Then he eats me alive. I’m taken with purpose and conviction, and I don’t stop him. It’ll never make up for the sex we didn’t have this morning, but it might quench my thirst until later. “Have a nice day, baby.” I’m spun back around and my arse is slapped before I’m guided to the kitchen archway. “Make sure my wife eats her breakfast, Cathy.”
“I will, boy.” She waves a whisk over her head, but doesn’t turn around.
“I’ll see you later. And don’t forget to speak with Patrick.” He strides out without waiting for confirmation that I will, indeed, talk to Patrick. I know my time is up on that matter.
“Ava, you look so well!” Cathy sings at me from across the kitchen. “All glowing and fresh!”
“Thanks, Cathy.” I smile at her kindness. “Can I take my bagel with me? I’m running a little late.”
“Of course.” She starts wrapping it in cling film. “Did you have a nice time?”
My smile broadens as I approach her to collect my breakfast. “We had a lovely time,” I say, because we did, despite the last horrific evening.
“I’m so glad. You both needed a break. Tell me, are the biscuits working?”
“Yes.”
“I knew they would. And twins!” She shoves my bagel in my bag and clasps my cheeks. “Do you realize how lucky you are?”
“I do,” I answer, actually meaning it. “I should get going.”
“Yes, yes, you go, dear. I’ll get started on the washing.”
I leave Cathy sorting whites and darks, and board the elevator after punching in the new code. I’m quickly delivered into the foyer of Lusso, where I find Casey sorting out the post. “Morning, Casey,” I greet as I bounce past.
“Mrs. Ward! You’re back.” He joins me as I head for the brightness of outside. “Did you have a nice time?”
“Casey, you don’t need to call me Mrs. Ward. We had a great time, thank you.” I slip my shades on and retrieve my keys from my bag. “How are you enjoying the new job?”
“More, now you’re back.”
I skid to a halt. “Pardon?”
He blushes terribly and starts fiddling with the envelopes in his grasp. “That came out wrong. Sorry. It’s just, well, did you know that you’re the only woman in the whole building?”
“Am I?”
“Yes. All these rich businessmen don’t say a word. They just grunt at me or make demands down the phone. You’re the only one who takes the time to speak. I appreciate it, that’s all.”
“Oh, okay.” I smile at his awkwardness. “You mean rich businessmen like my husband?”