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“So where are we going?” I pulled out another folder with our itinerary as well as a binder with the houses my people had found in different locations around New Zealand. Just because she likes LOTR doesn’t mean she’d want to live in the North Islands, so I had them throw in some places like Herne Bay, Flagstaff, and the like. Knowing her, nothing they found will be to her liking.
“Now I’m bummed I only have two weeks.”
“We can change that.”
“Really? How?”
“You do realize you now work for me right?”
“How do you figure that?”
“Our companies were just combined, well, sort of. I asked for you to work solely on my interest.”
“You did not. When did all this happen?”
“Before you left for Cabo. I figured if you turned down my marriage proposal, I’d at least be able to keep you close to me.”
“Why didn’t I hear of this?”
“I asked your former boss not to tell you until after.”
“You…” oh, so now I’m the target.
“It comes with a much bigger raise than you were expecting, and you get to work with your husband.”
“Don’t get any ideas. I’ll turn your ass in to the labor board if you dick with me.”
“I believe you would.” The next sixty years are going to be entertaining, that’s for sure.
“About those babies.”
“Grrrrrrr!” I guess that’s that.
ALYSSA
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…Lalalalalalala….doododododoooo…dodododododo… these are a few of my favorite things. Send.” I sat back and looked at my handy work.
“I’m not sure I trust that look.” I’d almost forgotten he was there. We were back in the bedroom spread out over the double king-size bed, if there’s such a thing, on a plane, no less. I was wearing one of his dress shirts that I found in the closet while he lounged around in PJ bottoms.
This plane was so not plane-like that I was afraid I’d open a door or window and step right out. It was smooth; there was no sound and no turbulence. I could get used to this life, no doubt about it.
I’d pushed his buttons right down to the banana shake I demanded, just knowing he couldn’t produce it since he claimed my wish was his command. The bastard even knew that that was one of my favorite things and had everything necessary. It had the nerve to be the best I’d ever had. I’ll get him yet, but I was too busy deconstructing other people’s shit to get to him just yet.
I had finally gotten around to checking the community forum to see if anyone had cracked the code, and there were quite a few on the mark. I especially like the conversation in the comments where everyone was naming names as they tried to figure out who exactly I was talking about or, more to the point Rhoda. I was not in the least bit surprised to learn that there was more than one bed-hopping harlot in our community around that time.
“You seem very pleased with yourself; what are you up to now from thirty-thousand feet in the sky?” I don’t know how he would know how I looked since his head has been buried in that book since we came back here.
Thanks to his spy network I uploaded another zinger about one of the affairs Helen had had over the years with enough breadcrumbs to lead them right to her door. This last volley was twofold; one, it would embarrass my father, and two, it would put her filth on blast.
I told him just that, and he shook his head. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit hard on your Dad?” I gave him the look of death, and he had the good sense to swallow and go back to his reading.
“I won’t tell you how to run your billion-dollar company; you don’t tell me how to take down the enemy.”
“Enemy? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”
“What did I say?”
“You’re right, carry on.” That’s more like it. This is fun. Usually, I have to keep my thoughts to myself because my brothers or sisters-in-law would try to talk me out of shit. They always seem to think every plan I come up with is leading me straight to prison or hell. That’s no damn fun.
