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“And those aren’t your watch words?” she said scornfully.
“You know I should blister your ass.” He sounded ruffled, though he muted any anger.
Jocelyn jerked from his grasp and turned about sticking her ass out taunting him. “Go right ahead. It’s not going to change my mind!”
Reggie turned away from her. “It’s not that easy,” he said. “I’m not your dog to perform tricks when you call.”
“Then lay off ordering me around.” She was on her way to the bath again.
“Wait a minute, I’m not finished.”
“But I am.” There were real fireworks going off, prickly ones intended to hurt, and so the hurt began.
“Not until I’ve had my say,” he informed her, having taken her arm in his to hold her near. “You made some bad business moves, got desperate a year ago and flung yourself like a whore at the sleazy jerks at Ibercon, neglecting everything else. It’s ruined your reputation everywhere in town. I couldn’t have you consult for me now even if I thought your advice was the most sound. The scheme’s failed, so let it go. Close Killian down. Travel with me, play the woman of leisure, volunteer at an old folks home, do anything. But let the brouhaha die away. It’s time.”
Staring eye to eye flinging arrows, they all hurt. For a moment, Reggie thought she might give in. It was just that close, Jocelyn on the edge of some supreme decision that would take her into brand new territory. But the instant died, as her green eyes snapped and her nostrils with their Irish temper flared like a dragon’s.
“It’s not time, Reg. Killian Management is not dead. I refused to bury it.” Jerking from his tight hold, he didn’t go after her again.
“Suit yourself,” was his only reply. Coldly turning back to his morning ritual, he buttoned the crisp white shirt and tied his tie in a neat knot at the neck. If Jocelyn wanted him to pursue their argument, she didn’t give him enough clues; and Reggie refused to be baited by any woman, including his obstreperous wife.
Chapter Three
The day that Alexandra Kozak walked into Killian Management was one of the worst Jocelyn had had in weeks, not that any day had been good. There’d been a dozen frustrating ones in a row. Twenty hours a day, the grind was enormous. And everywhere she turned doors were closing before her eyes.
“Maybe it’s fate,” Alex suggested, seeing the warring woman and her weary face, looking nothing like the fresh and vibrant lover she’d at one time enjoyed for erotic rendezvous in downtown hotels. It had been months since they’d made love, and it wasn’t for sex that Alex had breached the tight security Jocelyn now demanded. Even so, Alex came to her friend’s office looking utterly alluring on purpose. Her blonde hair, freshly cut, fell in soft curls around her face, her gentle blue eyes, always intended for a seduction, did their best to lure the redhead into her mood. Sitting with her slender legs crossed at the knee, the powder blue skirt rose high on her thigh, the lacy white tops of her stockings peeking out. And yet, Jocelyn’s eye was drawn to the delectable cleft between Alex’s breasts where she’d often kissed her on lazy summer afternoons.
“What do you mean fate?” Jocelyn said snapping back to reality, practically snarling the despised word, ‘fate’. Alex was about to explain, but the redhead jumped in, “Don’t you dare spout some philosophical drivel. Then I’ll know your sleeping in Reggie’s bed.” That statement wasn’t meant to be literal, but in line with Jocelyn’s belief that both her husband and her female lover were nearly twins—except that one was exceedingly dominant while the other was the epitome of submissive.
“I’m not trying to talk you out of your business, but maybe you’re not seeing the whole picture,” Alex said kindly. “Maybe it’s not fate at all, but Jocelyn Killian wanting another life. Being the high pressured business woman has taken its toll on you, especially since you married Reggie.”
“Maybe it’s Reggie I should get rid of,” Jocelyn snapped.
Alex was startled. “You’re really thinking that?”
“I’m thinking that he’s not supportive of me at all. We argue constantly about ‘my dilemma’ and the only thing that seems to be keeping us together is the best damned sex I’ve ever had. But that’s not enough.”
“Perhaps that’s telling you something.”
“Like what?”
“You should have more sex,” Alex said.
“You’re much more given to sexual solutions that I am,” Jocel
yn said. “I need this business.”
“Maybe you just need ‘a’ business. Maybe another one.”
She shook her head. “No, there are just too many possibilities just inches from my grasp. If I dropped out now it would be the most foolish thing I’ve ever done.”
The vibrant blonde sighed, having gotten nowhere. “Well, then let’s have lunch,” she suggested.
“I’d love to, darling, but I’m knee deep in this until at least eight tonight. I’ll call you next week.”
Alex, on her feet now, accepted a gentle kiss to the lips, wishing for more, but knowing that Jocelyn was in no mood for a woman. She was in a hard dick world and that’s where she was likely to remain for a while.
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