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The woman across the desk from us clearly knows Fynn, and they chat about things like the weather and the tourists it brings while Fynn’s tea and my coffee are brought in for us. Once the door is closed though, it's all business. And my husband comes out swinging.
"I'd like to add my wife to all of my accounts."
I'm not sure which one of us is more surprised, the banker, or me.
I nearly choke on my drink, barely managing to keep it from spewing out as I carefully set the cup onto the desk. "I'm sorry, what?"
He turns to me. "You're my wife. Why wouldn't you be on my accounts?"
I feel like that is sort of a no-brainer. Yes, we have decided to stay married, but we've still only known each other for a very short period of time. And in that time, I haven't exactly been the most forthcoming. "I think you should wait."
Fynn almost looks amused as he studies me. "For?"
"I don't know." How does a person know when it's the right time to start muddying the waters? I haven't got a clue. All I know is if I was him, I wouldn't do it.
Me, on the other hand...
I turn from him to look at the woman across the desk. "I have some money of my own that I’d like to transfer here from another bank. Can you do that?" I sit up a little straighter, thinking I'm in the process of wedging my husband between a rock and a hard place as I offer him a little smile. "And of course we can put my husband on those accounts too."
I expect Fynn to argue. For him to say what's mine is mine—that seems like how he would feel about this situation—but once again, he surprises me.
After clapping his hands together, he offers our banker friend a smile. "Excellent. We’re all in agreement then."
Well. Shit.
It's not that I don't want him on my accounts. I could care less if he has access to my money. I'm sure what I’ve managed to accrue in my life is a pittance compared to what he has. And honestly, Fynn’s shown he deserves to be on my accounts. I can’t say the same for myself.
It's my own fault. I’ve lied by omission. Put him in compromising positions. Assaulted a woman in his office—
I don’t actually feel bad about that last one, and maybe that makes me even worse.
But Fynn seems unconcerned about all of that because he’s already signing papers. I want to keep arguing, but the banker is pushing papers at me so I can fill out the information she needs to transfer my funds and I'm left with no option but to open my phone and start transferring over routing and account numbers as Fynn goes about his business beside me.
I don't need any of his money. I know I won't touch a penny of it. But he doesn't know that, and I feel fucking awful about it.
After all the papers are filled out and signed, the woman takes them and leaves us alone, giving me the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. I turn to Fynn, giving him my most serious face. "You really don't need to put me on your accounts. I have money of my own and I can use it now that I don't have to worry about someone finding me every time I swipe my card."
Fynn leans closer, resting one arm across the back of my chair. "And what if something were to happen to me? There are bills that will still need to be paid, Val. Business that will still need to be handled and if no one has access to my accounts, that won't happen."
I stare at him because I’m a little worried he’s lost it. "But I don't know how to handle your business, so having access to your accounts won't really help."
A slow smile works across his lips. "That's why you'll be learning about my business, Darling." He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, holding my chin between his thumb and finger. "You didn't expect me to let my mother be the only one who takes advantage of those fancy degrees you have, did you?"
My throat goes tight, and for the second time in two days I feel like I'm going to cry. "You want me to work with you?"
His hand leaves my face, to skim up my calf. "Of course. I plan to use that brilliant mind every way possible." His touch traces higher, sliding past my knee and up my thigh, tracing along my skin under the full fabric of my summery dress. "I’d also like to take advantage of having you at my fingertips all day."
My breath seizes as those same fingertips climb higher, tracing along the strip of cotton covering my pussy.
I shouldn't encourage him, but I can't help it. Holding his gaze, I barely shift in my seat, parting my thighs.
Fynn growls low in his throat, leaning in. "Wicked woman." His mouth claims mine, tongue slicking between my lips as one finger hooks into the leg hole of my panties, teasing underneath the polka dot printed fabric.
I'm spreading my legs a little more, heart racing in anticipation as the door opens and the banker comes in. Thankfully her eyes are glued to the papers in her hands, so she doesn't notice as Fynn discreetly removes his fingers from my panties and slides them free of my skirt.
"Okay, Mrs. Hadaway." She takes the first set of papers and puts them down in front of me, spreading them out. "Your transfers are pending and should be cleared within the next couple of days."
I separate the pages, so I can check the amounts even though I’ve kept a close eye on them through the app on my phone. My father didn’t have access to my accounts, but I didn’t put it past him to find a way to use them against me. Luckily, everything looks right. "That's great. Thank you so much—"
