I go in the back door and stride through the house. I’m in time to see her walk through the front door. She has dark blue jeans on that fit her like a glove, and a tightly fitted shirt that’s short enough to see an inch of that perfect skin between her shirt and jeans. She has a manilla folder in her hand.
When her eyes land on me, they sharpen like a blade.
I give her my best panty-dropping smile. “Hey, wifey, it’s good to see you.” Because holy hell, it is.
The ice in her veins melts just a little and her body loses some of its stiffness. She gives me the once-over, and I don’t miss the heat in her eyes. This may be easier than I thought.
She holds up the folder in one hand and a pen in the other. “Is there a table where you can sign this?”
The fact she even brought the pen with her is amusing.
I gesture toward the interior of the house. “This way,” I say as I allow her to go first. Her shoulders are back and her head held high—her confidence and the way she holds herself is another sexy thing about her. I have to adjust myself as I walk behind her.
She slowly walks through as if examining the clubhouse, then makes her way over to our large wooden dining table. Her fingers caress the wood before she puts the folder down. “This table is exquisite,” she points out. I know what is exquisite, and it isn’t the table.
Sophie opens the folder, pulls out the stapled papers, and places them in front of me. “Where the green tab is poking out is where you sign, and here’s your ring back,” she says, placing the ring on top of the papers.
I ignore her and step toward her. I lean in while inhaling deeply through my nose. Her hair smells fruity. She doesn’t move away from me. She holds her ground, those big blue eyes glancing up at me quizzically.
“I love the smell of your hair.”
She cocks her head. “It’s my hair treatment… the scent is apple.”
“Whatever it is, I want to bottle it up.”
She playfully whacks my chest, and I take a step back, chuckling. “Stop flirting with me. Sign the papers,” she demands. I love the feistiness in her, but her tone doesn’t sound convincing.
My eyes seductively roam her body. “I’m allowed to flirt withmywife.”
She picks up the papers from the table and shoves them into my chest, and I watch as the ring tumbles to the ground. I raise my arms, refusing to touch the papers.
“Brayden, you said you would. Now keep your word!”
No one uses my real name, though I like her saying it. “No can do, wifey.”
The hand holding the papers falls, and she glares daggers. “You made me travel back to Crown Village so that you could say no to signing the papers?”
The thrill of seeing her so revved up makes my pulse quicken. I lean in close to her again, my mouth brushing her ear. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
Her breath hitches, and I’m having way too much fun with this. “I’ll sign the papers if you stay with me in the clubhouse for a month.” I wish I could ask for longer, but I thought one month would be pushing it.
Her eyes widen, and those plump lips gape open. “A month?”
I give her a sharp nod. There’s this small part of me that knows this arrangement has the potential to cause problems, but the large part, my dick included, says fuck it. That’s a future me problem. “That’s my condition. One entire month with me, in my bed, at the clubhouse. If you still don’t want to remain married after that, I’ll sign the papers.” One month to seal the deal. I’m persuasive. I think I’ve got this.
She looks away, as if considering my offer. “I own a business in New York. I can’t just stay with you because you want to play games.” Her mouth says no, but her eyes sparkle.
“Oh, come on, temptress. You’re already here in Crown Village. I’m sure you can work from your laptop or phone or whatever you used last time you were here.”
She shakes her head. “No… it’s not happening.”
“It’s not like you have many other options. Your family lives here, so it can’t be that bad, right?”
She pauses.Yes!I keep my face passive, but inside I’m cheering.
“One month is a long time. You seem confident I’ll stay married to you, or do you just want to sleep with me again?”
“Both,” I reply with no hesitation. “But while you’re here, you’re not allowed to sleep with or kiss or be involved with any other man. I want to be greedy and selfish with you.” I needed to make that clear because she’s mine for a whole month. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
