Page 74 of Jameson Fox

This is the first I’ve heard of this, and I doubt it’s true.

Adeline is well aware of the terms of our marriage contract. Terms that state she won’t agree to any activity that will potentially harm the marriage. And since a reality TV show could harm the fuck out of our marriage, there’s no way in hell she’d sign on for it.

“I don’t have any thoughts I’d like to share.”

“Surely you must have something you’d love our followers to know about it. Like, will you appear in the show much? Will we finally get to know the man behind Fox Enterprises?”

There’s a reason I avoid parties as best I can, and it’s people like this woman.

I abhor gossip and anyone involved in spreading it.

“I have nothing your followers would be interested in. And in future, I’d suggest you check your facts before talking about things you know nothing of.”

Without another word, I leave her and make my way to Bill who has just extricated himself from the couple who delayed him.

“Where’s Adeline?” he asks, glancing around the room.

“Owen dragged her away.”

Adeline and I haven’t seen Bill much this past week since he came over for dinner. He’s been distracted with work and went to Vegas for a few days. By the expression on his face, he’s eager to see us together.

I spend some time talking with him about the Brown deal. We’ve just finished going over some key points when Adeline joins us.

Sliding her arm around my waist, she smiles up at me before looking at Bill. “Did Jameson tell you that he learned about half-birthdays tonight?”

The look on Bill’s face is how I suspect I look at half the things Adeline says. She has a way of never saying what you think she will. “He did not.”

Her smile grows. “I’m getting the impression you’ve never heard of them either.”

She goes on to explain to him what they are while I get lost in her perfume and her touch. By the time she’s finished with her explanation, I’ve got my arm around her waist.

When my hand drops to her ass, she gives me a look that says I’m pushing it.

We’re in the middle of that look when Bill is drawn into a conversation with a passerby.

I bend my mouth to her ear. “When do you anticipate you’ll begin wearing that perfume I gave you?”

“Never.”

“So, I should go ahead and have Jeff remove all your perfume from your bathroom?”

“You should not. Unless, of course, you wish harm to your balls.”

Fuck.

“I like activities that involve risk.”

“I’d suggest you run a full risk analysis for this activity. I think the likelihood of a threat occurring and its impact will be too high even for you.”

“We need to talk.”

“We are talking.”

“Not here.”

She turns to me. “Now?”

I nod. “Yes, now.” I take hold of her hand, and without waiting to get Bill’s attention to excuse us, lead her away from the main party, down a hallway, and into the library that’s empty.

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