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I am sorry. Excuse me? This man, who I am speaking to about helping me get an annulment, is assuming I was intoxicated? I was maybe tipsy if that or that Jameson drugged me, but I remember the whole night...minus the getting married part. I was actually too blinded by the sex god who made me come in a room full of people, then again, all night back at his apartment, well penthouse.
I clear my throat. “Mr. Hunt, I was not intoxicated, and I am offended you would assume that. I remember the night perfectly, minus that part. But thank you for your time.” I hang up the phone and do not let him get a word in. I’m fuming mad at this point.
Why? Why is this happening? Still I have no idea how in the world I got caught up in another marriage. Hell, my first marriage was not even great. So, who thought it would be a great idea for me to be married before I could even celebrate being divorced.
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Working at my office has been great, and I have an assistant who I adore in more ways than one. Jordan is the gay best friend I always wanted. He is medium built with bleach-blond hair, and he wears gray-colored contacts. The first day I met him, I was hypnotized by his eyes, and I asked him if his eyes were a family trait. He laughed and said he wished, but he wears different colored contacts based on his mood. I knew then we would work great together. Plus, he gives me the tea on all his dates from the weekend.
Rubbing my forehead as I try the tattoo shop again to ask if Jameson is in, and once again, he is not. I am beginning to think he is telling Tyler that he does not want to speak to me. Does he not know that we are married? Or am I coming across as a stage five clinger? Maybe.
Jordan comes skipping into my office and leans against one of my chairs in front of my desk with the biggest grin on his wrinkle free face.
“Girl, there’s the yummiest new client in the large conference room waiting for you. What I would give to have him throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me.” He fans himself with the paperwork on the client.
Chuckling at him, I reach my hand out for him to give me the paperwork.
“Why don’t you go see if he needs anything to drink while I take a quick glance over this, okay?” Jordan sprints out of my office like there is a sale on shoes.
Shaking my head, I quickly scan over the information. Usually, I get a profile of what the client is looking for, what they do, what kind of business they are wanting to set up. But this profile is light. I mean bare bones. All that is mentioned is that he is looking for a retail space with no budget. No last name. Nothing. Not a whole lot to work with. Great, another client thinking they can get what they want with the snap of their fingers. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I gather my laptop, notepad, and cellphone and head to the conference room.
Jordan is waiting outside for me. I like to have him present in all meetings as he is wanting to get his real estate license, and this is a great way to learn rather than reading a book. Jordan is also a great note taker, and I am not, and honestly, I sometimes tend to forget to write notes.
I raise my eyebrow at Jordan as to why he is not inside with our new client as he waits outside for me before heading back into the conference room.
He smirks at me. “Tattoo Daddy in there said he would speak to you and only you.”
I sigh deeply. “Okay. Does this client have some kind of complex? Jesus.”
“Not the kind of reading that I am getting. I am getting that he wantsyou.” Jordan wiggles his perfectly groomed eyebrows at me.
Shaking my head, I open the door and put on my best smile. “Mr. Chambers, I am so sorry to keep you waiting. There was not much here in your file on what you were looking for.”
His back is to me with him facing the floor-to-ceiling conference room windows, looking out into the city skyline. As he slowly turns to face me, my eyes latch on to his familiar blue eyes and messy bun with the sides clean shaven. The beard on his face, that felt like heaven between my thighs. Holy shit, it is Jameson. Jameson is Mr. Chambers.
“Aria.” His voice is still as deep and velvety as I remember, and I let it wash over my body. Goosebumps ripple all over.
“Hi, Jameson.” I try to say his name in a flat tone, but it comes out breathy. Shit, this is not good.
Jordan’s eyes are bouncing between us. “Wait, you two know each other?”
I go to speak, but Jameson cuts me off. “We do in more ways than one. Aria, here is mywife.” I narrow my eyes at him as I am trying to compose myself with Jordan in here. This is not something we need to go broadcasting to everyone that we are married. That was for me, Jameson, city hall and my best friends to know. But, apparently now Jordan, too.
Jordan’s eyes pop out of his head and screeches loudly. “Your what?”
I turn to Jordan. “Jordan, can you finish gathering the items for the open house later this evening? I have a few things to discuss with Mr. Chambers, in private.”
He winks at Jameson and smirks at me. “No problem, Aria.” He leaves the conference room and shuts the door. Thank goodness this room has frosted windows, so it gives a sense of privacy.
I close my eyes, count to three, and sit down. I guess I don’t need to fly to Las Vegas anytime soon, seeing as who I was trying to contact is now standing like a sex God in my conference room.
Thirteen
jameson
Keepingmybackfacingthe door while looking out over the city, before she walks through the door, my body can sense her. Feel her. Touch her. Taste her. Aria has no idea I’m her client, and I wanted to keep it that way until she has no other choice than to see me. The only information I was willing to give when I tracked her down at her office was the bare minimum. Aria, I am sure, knows about our marriage since she has been calling the shop, but this is going to be more fun, and I am already starting to get hard just at the thought of seeing Aria riled up.
Still with my back toward the door, I hear it open followed by the clicking of her heels.
