Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Fuck.
One of the materials included in the report was an audio recording of Jonas talking to his friends in the locker room and admitting to wanting to date Rowland's wife if he had the chance.
Good fucking luck with that, Rowland thought grimly as he reached the food hall in record time. Emerald was his from the moment he saw her, and what was his stayed his, always.
Rowland knew the moment Jonas became aware of his presence, but he didn't feel an ounce of pity at how the trainer was starting to panic. The younger man obviously hadn't a clue as to what he had done to piss him off, but that was his problem, not Rowland's.
All he had eyes for was his wife...who had now turned around and immediately spat out milk on his shirt.
Gasps from the few other people in the food hall erupted, and he allowed his lips to tighten because he knew it would create an impression of anger. But in truth, it was to conceal his amused exasperation more than anything else.
His gaze turned to his wife, and she was looking at him with so much horror that it was as if she had forgotten they were married.
"I'm so sorry, s-sir."
The way she croaked the words out had him clenching his teeth against the urge to smile...and yank her into his arms because he missed the taste of her lips.
First things first, Asherfield.
His gaze narrowed coldly on her trembling form. "Follow me to my office, Ms. Watson. Now."
Chapter Ten
IT WAS A LONG WALK of shame from the food hall to her husband's office at the opposite end of the ranch, and everyone she passed by was staring at her like they already knew she was about to be fired.
And that was possible, wasn't it?
The memory of his cold gaze unnerved her still, and Emmy knew she only had herself to blame. They might be husband and wife in secret, but in their workplace, he was her boss, and she, his employee.
Respect was what his position demanded, not horse manure and spat-out milk.
Emmy could barely breathe by the time they reached his office, and her heart began to pound as the door swung shut behind her.
His office was very much like him: big, beautiful, and bone-chillingly black. It also seemed to be missing something important, something she couldn't quite place. But when her gaze accidentally collided with his, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed.
This office was his domain, and in a blink of an eye, it was as if he had turned into a slavemaster who held her fate in his hands.
Fear warred with sensual excitement as she watched him lean against his desk. He looked very much like a cover model for a billionaire romance novel, only her husband was the real deal, and she couldn't help feeling shamefully turned on as he slowly rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
I'm so, so doomed!
The silence in his vast office was such that Emmy was tempted to think he would be able to hear hard and loud her heart was beating. Was he so furious or disappointed with her that he was unable to speak lest he started shouting or cursing? Surely he wasn't thinking she got a kick out of throwing - or spitting out - stuff at his face? Should she ask for a chance to—-
"Well done, wife."
—-say thank you for whatever it was he was thanking her for?
Emmy stole a peek at her husband, and her confusion only grew when she saw the lazy smile playing over his lips.
What is going on?!
"I had every confidence you'd find a way to be with me, but even I did not expect you to be this creative."
Comprehension dawned, and Emmy didn't know whether to feel relieved or horrified.
"It seems I greatly misjudged you."
"Um—-"
"And I apologize for that."
Her husband reached for her as he spoke, and she completely forgot what she had to say as his big, strong hands settled possessively around her waist.
"I shall never doubt how much you want me again, wife. I give you my word."
Emmy knew she should make things clear to him, but all she managed was a whimper when he suddenly reversed their positions, and she found herself trapped between his monstrously big desk and his long, hard figure.
"And as for my end of the bargain..."
Her hands moved on their own, but instead of pushing him away, she ended up clutching the rounded edges of his desk.
"Just be sure not to make too much noise or people outside will hear you."
The hotly whispered words were her only warning, and the next thing she knew her coveralls had already pooled around her ankles while her husband was firmly pushing her to bend against his desk, and oh!
A shudder rocked her body upon hearing the sound of her panties being ripped, and cold air from the A/C slapped the bare plump cheeks of her bottom. Her mind started to spin, and reality began to blur when she felt her husband rubbing his already engorged cock between the cracks of her ass, and ah!