Page 49 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

I quickly turned around to face him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, did you think I was going to let your ass wander about in a city alone?”

“But what about your work?”

“I have HoloTime and emails.”

I mulled it over before I began to smile, but it faded again as his words sank in.

“What kind of business do you have in Washington?” I asked, scrunching my eyes at him to scrutinise him under the dim moonlight.

When his face hardened and his lips pursed together, I knew exactly what sort of business he had in Washington.

“Who is it?” I asked softly as I caressed his cheek down to his jawline.

He held my hand and kissed my forehead.

“No one that you need to worry about, Angel,” he said as he kissed my cheek.

“No, Cyrus, we are married, and I can't let anything happen to you. Let me help you,” I said softly, hoping to cajole him into agreeing. “I’m good at what I do. You've seen me in action.”

“We’ll see,” he said as he pushed my head into his chest and put his arm around my waist.

I knew what that meant. It was the typical response my parents used to give me to fob me off. I wrapped my arm around him and gently rubbed his shoulder. I might need to get him chipped so I can keep track of him.

Chapter 40

Cyrus

I minimised the screen showing the building plans for the hotel when I saw Emilia coming towards me from the bathroom. She was too clever for her own good and would figure it out if she saw any part of my plan. There was no way I would allow Emilia anywhere near the Senator Moorcroft project.

She wore a long black dress, but as she walked, the thin material parted at a slit by her thigh, baring her legs. It hugged her curves, but it was modest on her neckline. My eyes narrowed on the buttons that ran down her navel. I closed my laptop and shoved it onto the table as she came to sit beside me. I pulled her onto my lap and pressed the intercom button for Lori.

“Lori, don't disturb us for the rest of the flight. Thanks.”

“Yes, Mr Wicke.”

I spread the material apart to bare her tanned legs and put my hand on her thigh.

“Such easy access, but I miss you being naked,” I said as I pushed her hair away to nuzzle into her neck.

“Buy us an island, and I can be naked 24/7,” she said with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered as I began to unbutton her dress.

“What are you doing?” she hissed as she put her hands on my arms and looked behind me to where the staff section was.

“No one will disturb us,” I said as I continued to work on her buttons.

I frowned as I got to the last button. The dress had long sleeves, and the skirt would be a hindrance. I stood up, taking Emilia with me and bent down to gather the material and pull it off.

“Oh my God. What's gotten into you?” she said with the dress over her face.

“I think you should be more concerned about what’s about to get into you,” I said as I finally managed to pull the dress over her head.

I almost suggested for her to wear shorter dresses, but fuck that. I didn't want anyone looking at my wife’s sexy legs. I shoved my sneakers off before I began to remove my jeans.

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