Page 84 of Dirty Eoin

“Yes, it is.” She returns my smile briefly before it disappears. “And I want this desk gone.”

“It’s going nowhere.”

“I’m burning it.”

I lean back in my chair as I observe her while she sits there pretending to be all prim and proper. I too have first-hand experience. I now know that neither word could be used to describe the real Jaine O’Connell.

“And why would you want to do such a thing?”

“You’ve been fucking your PA over it for years.”

“Careful, Jaine. Your jealousy’s showing.”

She smiles politely. “It has nothing to do with jealousy, so please don’t think to flatter yourself. My reason for wanting to throw it on a bonfire is because this piece of furniture must breach every sanitary code in the state of New York. It’s going, but don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one,husband.”

One single word and my dick is instantly rock hard. She’s claiming me as hers by calling me her husband for the first ever time.

And now I want to claim her. Over this fucking desk.

“And do I get any say in this new desk that you’re proposing?”

“Nope. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s large enough to accommodate that huge ego of yours.”

Dylan sniggers, and I draw him a glare.

“Anything else?” I raise an eyebrow at her once more.

“Have you told her yet?”

I frown and exhale. “I’m handling it. It’s not as straightforward as you may think.”

She stands and places her hands flat on the desk. Her top is low enough that the position perfectly displays her small cleavage.

“It seemed pretty straightforward last night. Or was that because all your decisions were being made by the wrong head?”

“That. Fucking. Mouth,” I hiss-whisper.

She smirks as she retakes her seat. “That fucking mouth that you won’t have access to any longer.”

“She saved my life, Jaine. I owe her!”

There’s a pause. She side-glances at Dylan once more before turning her full attention back to me.

“Well, I’m sorry that you feel indebted to her for that reason, but unfortunately, I’m all out of fucks to give. You gave your word.”

“And I will honor it. I just need some time. It’s a difficult situation all around.”

“It’s not difficult. You open your mouth, and you tell her that it’s over. I want it done, and I want it done today.”

“I can’t do it today.”

“Today, or don’t call me, I’ll call you. And I will never fucking call you. You havemyword on that.”

Standing, she picks up her briefcase, then leaves the room.

Dylan instantly smirks at me.

“Don’t say a word,” I warn him.

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