“Nothing, but we’re hardly strangers anymore.”I hold out my hands.
“You said we’d forget what happened,” Gemma frowns, annoyed.
“I didn’t say we would forget.I said...”God, she’s right.I didn’t use those words, but I did say we would focus on our professional work.Not her breasts or cute painted toes.“Fine.What are you working on?”
Gemma shrinks back in her seat, her cheeks turning pink, and I spot her wedding ring.
Why does she still wear it?
An irrational irritation slides through me, and I push it aside.After all, it has nothing to do with me.
“Nothing,” Gemma answers.
I lean forward.“Shall I ask whether you have panties on, then?”
If looks could kill, I’d be walking through the pearly gates.
“If you must know, I’m updating my resume,” Gemma snaps.
I straighten.“Why?”
What a stupid question.I know why.I just don’t like the idea for some reason.The idea of Gemma sitting in an interview begging for a job.Some dick questioning her while perving at her breasts.
Nope.
Do not like it.
“Because, Mr.Billionaire, I have a mortgage.Most of us do.”
She’s right.
I don’t have one of those, and if her husband hadn’t overextended them, neither would she.But I can’t say that to her as I don’t have all the information.
In fact, I am starting to hope she doesn’t ever need to know what is coming to light.
The ten percent she’s entitled to each quarter, which doesn’t include any of the asset sales we will start initiating soon, will be meager at best.
By design.
This is how I do business.
When she glances away, I see her pride is hurt.
I want to dig up her husband and throttle him because he shouldn’t have left his wife and daughter in such a vulnerable position.
You won’t let her fall.
The fuck?
Gemma Ford and her daughter are not my fucking responsibility.I slept with Gemma, not married her in Vegas, and now need to make amends.What the hell is wrong with me?
I need this woman out of my life.
She’s fucking with my brain.
What does she want to do?I thought she wanted to be a mother.Her marketing degree from Columbus, along with experience—
Not my business.
