Page 117 of The Work Wife

“That makes sense. There’s only one way to know for sure.”

“What about us?” He squeezed her hands in his.

“I’m not moving out of this swanky apartment,” she joked, and then leaned against him with a smile that warmed his heart. “I’ll be here. I don’t want to leave Mike and Rob high and dry.”

“And if I decide to stay in New York?”

“Would you give me a job?”

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’d need to speak to your references.” He laughed and then winced. “We’re not going to be fooling around on the desk in my father’s office, I’ll tell you that.”

“I know an interior designer in New York. I’ll have her redecorate and make it your office.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then we can have sex all over that office to christen the place.”

“Thank you for understanding.” He could never thank her enough.

* * * *

Jamie wasn’t sure that she understood, but she held him against her and kissed him. He seemed to take the affection as an invitation, and soon they were in bed, touching and smiling.

She knew what he was doing. He was making sure nothing had changed between them. And nothing had. They still shared that same bond, and were able to please each other. She still felt happy in his arms after he’d pleasured her, and they still stared at one another without words as they lay together, sated and sleepy.

She still felt the same way about him, both physically and emotionally. She didn’t care that he had gobs of money, he was still just Wes to her. Wes who was now sleeping next to her. His face soft in slumber.

What did he expect would happen when she found out he was rich? Did he think she would start demanding things? Like a big diamond ring? She looked at the one she was wearing and winced. What was he thinking?

Why had he agreed to her plan? He obviously had money to go on a trip. He didn’t need to go for free. He’d never been as obsessed about being Team One.

This seed of thought turned into more, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wes? Wes, wake up.” She shook him until he blinked awake.

“What is it?”

“Why did you marry me?”

“What?” He looked around, probably confused by her attack.

“Why did you marry me? You didn’t need the free trip. You could have bought Jamaica.”

“I don’t think you have a clear understanding of how little four million dollars is in this economy.”

“Okay, maybe you couldn’t have bought Jamaica, but you could have afforded to go there many times. And you didn’t need the Atlantic Global job. You have your own company.”

“If you remember, I offered to give you the money to go, and you turned me down.”

“That’s because I thought you made the same salary as I did. Why didn’t you tell me then? Why did you agree to marry me?”

He sat up and leaned against the headboard. “I thought it would be nice to have a wife. I was lonely.”

“Lonely?” she squeaked. “Lonely? Lonely people buy a cat, they don’t agree to marry their co-workers, Wes!”

“I do have a cat.” He waved off toward the hall. “I was still lonely with the cat. He doesn’t come out that much.”

“Wait. There is a cat living here?”

“Yes. The litter box and food bowls are in the corner of the laundry room. His name is Shadow. The lady across the hall took care of him when we were away. He doesn’t like people.”

She blinked and remembered this conversation was not about their mystery cat. “Wes, I married you to get a free vacation and a better position at work. You married me because I’m too large to hide under the sofa.”