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“So am I.”
She gave him a frustrated look. “Let me guess—you got your heart broken. Some flighty society princess or one of those empty-headed models you work with, left you—"She shook her head. “That does not sound right. But anyway, something happened. Maybe she was banging someone else on the side—"
“You talk too much," he whispered as he took her lips in a kiss that had her clinging to him.
“I was taking a break because I was dissatisfied with my life.”
“What’s there to be dissatisfied about?” she grumbled, already feeling the need to drop the subject.”
“Having money does not guarantee happiness.”
“I know that," she told him quietly.
“Good. Now are we done with the conversation?”
“Absolutely.” Pulling his head down, she used her lips for something else.
*****
“I hate this.” Anika whipped off the shades and tucked them into the pocket of her dark blue cashmere jacket. “I had to take a circuitous route and zipped in between vehicles in order to beat the tail that was on me when I left the loft. Hi.” She went in for a hug and stayed there for a few minutes. “It seems like I have not seen you in ages.”
“A little less than a week.” He ushered her into his office and closed the door. “Want anything?”
“Just water. Thanks.”
“Where is hubby?” Corey grabbed a chilled bottle from the mini fridge and tossed it to her before going around to sit behind his desk.
“He had a meeting with his agent. This is the last day of our honeymoon.” She popped the cork and took a sip. “I am going back to work Monday.”
“How do you feel about going back?”
She shrugged. “It is going to feel strange. I left there as Anika Groves and will be going back as a Monteith even for a short time.”
“Will it be for a short time?” he asked her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“You look happy.”
She took another sip. “I don’t know what I am.”
“You are also very photogenic.” Pulling out a drawer he slapped a tabloid on the surface of his desk for her to see. There they were in blinding colors. A very innovative reporter had taken the pic while they were on the dance floor.
He had captured the moment with Jaylen holding her intimately and smiling down at her. She was also smiling, her hands wrapped around his neck.
The caption told its own story. ‘Former playboy and international model dazzled by his new wife.’
“We were—"She took another sip from the bottle, her gaze straying again to the picture.
“We were dancing.”
“I happen to have eyes. And it looked like you were doing so much more. Like I said, you look happy. And the entire world can see that there is something going on between you. It’s not pretend, anymore, is it?”
“No," she sighed. “I really like him.” She shrugged at the look on his face. “We are sleeping together. And without the use of protection.”
“Whose idea was that?”
“I had a nightmare that first night.”
