chuckled. “Oh, really. Think about it. If my husband wanted me to attend an event with him, he wouldn’t send a message from his assistant. For one thing, it’s incredibly impersonal. Plus the message wasn’t a request. It was an order. Now that’s insulting. And I just can’t believe my husband would do something so incredibly ridiculous.”
He was peeved and inexplicably amused at the same time. Her eyes batted in exaggerated innocence and he felt his lips twitch. “Point taken.”
She met his gaze and took a deep breath. “Just so you know, I blocked his number.”
“Whose number?” Leo asked.
“The person who sent me the spam,” she said and lifted her chin. “I’m not your employee. I’m your wife.”
He nodded. “In that case, wife, I’ll expect you to join your husband in his bed tonight.”
Her gaze flickered and she opened her mouth, but he spoke before she had a chance.
“Isn’t that what husbands and wives do?” he challenged.
The next morning, Calista awakened after a night where Leo had pushed her to unbelievable sexual heights. She felt stretched and sore and amazing. Calista realized she’d never had a clue what sexual satisfaction meant before Leo. She wondered if he knew that, too. She glanced at the clock and dragged herself from Leo’s huge bed. He, of course, had left a long time ago.
Stepping into the shower, she let the water spray over her, washing away her soreness and worries. When Leo made love to her, he took more than her body. He captured a bit of her mind, maybe even her soul. If she had one.
Rubbing herself dry with the Egyptian cotton towels, she returned to the bedroom and saw an envelope with her name on it propped on the bed. She picked it up, opened it and read it.
Would you meet me for lunch today? I have a charity obligation on Thursday and your presence would make it much more bearable. As it would for my obligation on Friday night.
He gave her his BlackBerry number. His request was infinitely more personal. Her heart twisted.
She typed her response. “Yes, yes and yes.”
Hours later, she sat down to lunch with him at one of Philadelphia’s most exclusive gourmet restaurants. “Thank you for meeting me,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said and took a sip of water from the glass that had already been poured. She looked at him, the man who had owned and occupied her body last night. “How’s it going?”
“Could be worse,” he said. “We got the Japanese account. I’m sure it’s because of you.”
“Not sure about that. Mrs. Kihoto made it easy. All I had to do was get naked in front of a group of Japanese ladies.”
“Funny. Despite Mr. Kihoto’s extracurricular activities, he respects his wife’s opinion.”
“Or maybe he just realized what a great deal you were offering,” she said.
He flicked his gaze over her. “Maybe. What would you like for lunch? Anything is yours.”
“Fish,” she said. “I need all the brain food I can get. Especially after last night.”
His lips lifted. “You flatter me.”
“Not really,” she said. “I just need to keep my mental energy going.”
“Okay, salmon it is,” he said.
Mere moments later, the waiter arrived with their lunch. Calista dug in, enjoying her seafood and focusing on her own meal rather than Leo. She needed her strength, her acuity. Heaven help her, she hoped the food would supply it.
She sipped from her water glass, refusing wine. “That was delicious.”
“Yes, it was,” Leo said, clicking his water glass against hers. “Would you like to go to the lake house this weekend?” he asked.
“I have to visit my sisters,” she said.
“Bring them with you,” he offered.
“Have you met them? I love them, but my sisters can be a royal pain,” she said.
“So can you,” he said, his eyes hooded with sensuality.
“Okay,” she said. “But I’ve warned you.”
She joined him for the events, dressing quickly after work. The first night he met her
He was peeved and inexplicably amused at the same time. Her eyes batted in exaggerated innocence and he felt his lips twitch. “Point taken.”
She met his gaze and took a deep breath. “Just so you know, I blocked his number.”
“Whose number?” Leo asked.
“The person who sent me the spam,” she said and lifted her chin. “I’m not your employee. I’m your wife.”
He nodded. “In that case, wife, I’ll expect you to join your husband in his bed tonight.”
Her gaze flickered and she opened her mouth, but he spoke before she had a chance.
“Isn’t that what husbands and wives do?” he challenged.
The next morning, Calista awakened after a night where Leo had pushed her to unbelievable sexual heights. She felt stretched and sore and amazing. Calista realized she’d never had a clue what sexual satisfaction meant before Leo. She wondered if he knew that, too. She glanced at the clock and dragged herself from Leo’s huge bed. He, of course, had left a long time ago.
Stepping into the shower, she let the water spray over her, washing away her soreness and worries. When Leo made love to her, he took more than her body. He captured a bit of her mind, maybe even her soul. If she had one.
Rubbing herself dry with the Egyptian cotton towels, she returned to the bedroom and saw an envelope with her name on it propped on the bed. She picked it up, opened it and read it.
Would you meet me for lunch today? I have a charity obligation on Thursday and your presence would make it much more bearable. As it would for my obligation on Friday night.
He gave her his BlackBerry number. His request was infinitely more personal. Her heart twisted.
She typed her response. “Yes, yes and yes.”
Hours later, she sat down to lunch with him at one of Philadelphia’s most exclusive gourmet restaurants. “Thank you for meeting me,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said and took a sip of water from the glass that had already been poured. She looked at him, the man who had owned and occupied her body last night. “How’s it going?”
“Could be worse,” he said. “We got the Japanese account. I’m sure it’s because of you.”
“Not sure about that. Mrs. Kihoto made it easy. All I had to do was get naked in front of a group of Japanese ladies.”
“Funny. Despite Mr. Kihoto’s extracurricular activities, he respects his wife’s opinion.”
“Or maybe he just realized what a great deal you were offering,” she said.
He flicked his gaze over her. “Maybe. What would you like for lunch? Anything is yours.”
“Fish,” she said. “I need all the brain food I can get. Especially after last night.”
His lips lifted. “You flatter me.”
“Not really,” she said. “I just need to keep my mental energy going.”
“Okay, salmon it is,” he said.
Mere moments later, the waiter arrived with their lunch. Calista dug in, enjoying her seafood and focusing on her own meal rather than Leo. She needed her strength, her acuity. Heaven help her, she hoped the food would supply it.
She sipped from her water glass, refusing wine. “That was delicious.”
“Yes, it was,” Leo said, clicking his water glass against hers. “Would you like to go to the lake house this weekend?” he asked.
“I have to visit my sisters,” she said.
“Bring them with you,” he offered.
“Have you met them? I love them, but my sisters can be a royal pain,” she said.
“So can you,” he said, his eyes hooded with sensuality.
“Okay,” she said. “But I’ve warned you.”
She joined him for the events, dressing quickly after work. The first night he met her
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