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But I don’t.
I tell myself I don’t because we’re in public for the world to see, but that’s not the full truth.
I don’t do either of those things because I can’t do them right now. Not when Jameson is consuming me the way he is.
He devours me with his kiss.
He takes ownership of me.
I lose myself willingly.
And when he demands my tongue, I don’t hesitate for even a second.
He can have whatever he wants.
When his lips leave mine, I have to work hard not to beg for them back.
It’s shameful how easily he turns me into this woman.
“If you need sex,” he growls, keeping hold of me, his eyes burning into mine, “you come to me.”
Want and need collide in my brain, in my body, all through me.
I’m instantly aware of every inch of myself in a way I wasn’t already.
My legs, my fingers, my face, my nipples.
And goddamn if I’m not wet.
And angry that Jameson is the one causing all this.
“You will be the last man I will ever go to for sex.”
He works his jaw. “I will be the only man you’ll go to for sex this year, Adeline. Your company depends on it. Don’t ever forget that.”
I press my lips together. “There’s no chance of that. You remind me often enough.”
“Good.”
With that, he lets me go and strides to the car. Without another glance, he’s in the car and gone.
I never thought it was possible, but I hate Jameson Fox more now.
I hate that he’s made me want to fuck him.
10
Adeline
Working in fashion is not for everyone and it’s not the glamorous work many think. As Karl Lagerfeld once said, “If you are not a good bullfighter, don’t enter the arena.” I learned early on that if I wanted to succeed in this industry, I’d have to toughen the hell up, work long hours, and be prepared to fight for what I want.
I’m a good bullfighter.
Today, I’ve had to be the best goddamn bullfighter because on top of everything else I’m dealing with, I’ve had one of my top designers quit and I’ve had an argument with my creative director.
Vanessa made a monumental mistake by screwing up the date we had to get new designs to our Italian manufacturer. The due date was yesterday; she had it on my calendar for next Wednesday. Mario, my creative director was furious, and still is. It took me a good three hours to calm him down. A hell I never want to go through again. We’ve spent the day scrambling and begging our manufacturer to work with us to ensure the planned release date can go ahead. Thankfully, they’ve rearranged things on their end and will make it happen for us.
Jameson’s assistant calls me just after 5:00 p.m., catching me in an exhausted moment.
