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“And the consumers are winning because they are getting new products to enjoy.” My stare shifts to his. “The only losers in this merger are the ones who decided to take their severance rather than board USS Wilcox Enterprise to boldly go where the brand has never gone before.”
“I agree.”
“Yet you asked for my opinion.” He’s tossed a quirked eyebrow. “Which means you had doubts.”
“I had…” the tugging of the booklet closer is executed to avoid eye contact, “questions.”
“Brought to you by the letter A, for absent fiancée?”
“You’re not…absent.”
“Not what you were arguing earlier.”
“My apologies for that.” Wes’s gorgeous brown and blue stare latches onto me. “I was out of line.”
“You were definitely swimming in sleep on the couch territory.”
The corner of his lip kicks upward. “And now?”
“Now depends on what happens after we wrap up this conversation.” Waggling my eyebrows receives a small chuckle. “And also, what brought on the accusation that I’m a heartless affair having slut who cares more about her career than her future husband.”
A long, uncomfortable lull presents itself prior to a deep sigh of exasperation. “I was ambushed at the press conference by Global Laundry.”
“That trash site that you thought I sold our picture to?!”
The picture that’s framed – along with the one of him kissing my cheek – and hung at both the manor and our penthouse.
“That would be the one.”
“Why were they even there?!” Bewilderment bulldozes itself through my expression. “How did they even get access?! It was supposed to be for local press only. Your way of…inviting the ‘b class villains’ to enjoy a panel in an ‘a class’ issue.”
“I’m way more turned on by that analogy than I should be,” mutters my partner in crime while circling a word.
“Just the way I like it.”
After an amused headshake, he says, “I have no idea how they got in, but Evie and Luther are both looking into it.” The pen is offered to me in tandem with our gazes connecting again. “She managed to get under my skin-”
“Which is why you were trying to get under mine rather than in my pants.”
“We both know I always wanna be in those pants, little prey.”
A tiny lip bite is attached to the snatching of the pen. “Yeah, well, you have a greater chance of that when you’re not attacking me for shit that I didn’t even do.”
“Again,” he sheepishly sighs, “apologies.”
“And I’m sorry I have to work this weekend.” Sincerity snakes through my stare. “It came up last minute. And unexpected. And honestly? I don’t want to go. I don’t want to possibly lose Steven. Yeah, I wanna get the dude laid and keep his species going or whatever, but…” Sadness slips into my tone, “I hate the idea of losing him.”
“Isn’t that the entire purpose of his time at The Institute? To heal and eventually be re-released into the wild?”
“Less logic, more emotions right now, Spock.” I teasingly wave the pen in his direction. “Read the bridge.”
Wes releases a round of laughter that’s warmer and louder than I’m anticipating. “You know I actually get the reference you’re making.”
“Which is one more reason why you are the man I can’t wait to marry.” Tossing the drawing tool on top of the word search occurs between announcements. “Or swallow.”
His jaw lowers in tandem with his gaze to where my hands are sliding up his thighs. “I thought you weren’t feeling well.”
“Cum does the body good.”
