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“Great news,” I say, momentarily distracted by my husband who has just walked into my office unexpectedly.
“I’ve emailed some reports for you to look at regarding London. Everything still looks good.”
“Thank you.” I watch as Jameson sits on my sofa. I can’t drag my eyes away. Not when he’s wearing a three-piece suit with those arm sleeves rolled up exactly how I like. “I’m sorry, Douglas, I have to go.”
I end the call and stand. “I wasn’t expecting you today,” I say to Jameson as I move to him.
He reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap. One hand comes to my neck while the other goes to my waist. His lips find mine and I feel his need for me.
Splitting our time between London and New York the last two months hasn’t been easy. We’ve spent days and nights apart when we couldn’t work our schedules any differently. I don’t like being apart from him, but Jameson really doesn’t like it.
“I cancelled my meetings,” he says after he finishes with my mouth. “I’m here for three days.” Thankfully, he doesn’t suffer jet lag as badly as I do, because he’s the one doing most of the flying. But still, I worry about him.
I put my hand to his chest. “It’s my turn next, okay? You look exhausted.”
“I look exhausted because I’ve been dealing with Paulina Rossi.”
I laugh at the look of exasperation filling his face. I find it amusing watching him deal with her. “Just remember that her strategies are working.” His profits are better than before they started dropping. It helps that all the lies being published about both of us have stopped, but mostly, I think Jameson credits Paulina.
“Fuck,” he grumbles. “I almost fucking wish they weren’t.”
“Ooh,” I say as a thought occurs to me, “Does you being here now mean you’ll be at the shoot tomorrow?” I forced Jameson into letting me do the endorsement campaign Paulina suggested I do for his hotels. We’re filming at his London hotel tomorrow.
His grip on my neck tightens. “Yes. I need to ensure they have enough clothes on you.”
I shake my head at him, but I can’t help from loving him when he’s like this. “You are too much, Mr. Fox.”
He brings my mouth to his again, kissing me like he’s thinking about fucking me. His hands are all over me like that too.
I let him have his kiss for longer than I should before putting my hands to his chest and pulling my mouth from his. “I can’t fuck you,” I say breathlessly.
His eyes travel down to my breasts. “Why not?”
I smack his hand away when it also comes to my breasts. “Because Shantel will be here in half an hour, and I have to chat with Lara before she arrives.”
He tries to cup my breast again. “I should never have given her to you.”
I smack him away again. “I appreciate you giving her to me, although giving would imply she could stay with me forever. I do recall you making it clear you expect her back working with you once she’s trained my new assistant.”
He gives me a pointed look. “My assumption is always that you will argue with me. I expect this situation to be no different.”
When Vanessa resigned as my assistant last month so she could move closer to her mother, it left me in the lurch. February was a huge month for me with New York, London, and Milan Fashion Weeks. I didn’t have time to find a new assistant. Jameson and Shantel were in London at the time, and Shantel stepped in to help. She’s a fast learner and quickly picked up on what I need from an assistant.
Jameson asked her if she’d stay in London and work with me until I had time to find and train a new assistant. We’re interviewing next week for the position and then she’ll work with them until they know what they’re doing.
I’ve loved having her here. It’s almost been like having Jameson here because she often shares stories about him with me.
“That reminds me,” I say as I think about all this. “Shantel told me that you put Ian Swift in his place at a business lunch you and she attended in January. You didn’t tell me about that.”
“The less I think about that asshole, the better. He gave you enough hell to deserve far more than what I said to him at that lunch.”
Shantel shared with me that Jameson told Ian in no uncertain terms that he’d ruin him if he ever spread lies about me or my family again. She told me that she has no doubt Jameson meant every word. I told her I had no doubt either. My husband is not a man to cross.
I press a kiss to his lips before going to battle with him to allow me to leave his lap. When he has me like this, he doesn’t like to let go. Often, he manhandles me and forces me to stay where I am. Today, he only fights me for a few moments before letting me go.
“What are your plans for the day?” I ask as I walk back to my desk.
He stands, doing his suit jacket up. “Owen is in London at the moment. We’re going to have lunch and then I’ve got meetings all afternoon. I thought I’d come to your red carpet tonight. What time is it again?”
