Page 72 of The Wish List
She pursed her lips, making me smile.
“May I remind you we are at the office?” she said tartly. “That is not an office voice.”
Rosie insisted on proper behavior during business hours. I liked to throw the rules out the window on a regular basis.
I stood, rounding the desk. I bent over her chair, resting my hands on the arms of it and trapping her there. I stared down at her. “I’m aware,” I murmured. “But you are too sexy today, Rosie, my love.”
“Behave,” she said, but her voice was breathless.
I bent and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply. She whimpered, wrapping a hand around my neck and holding me tight. I enjoyed the closeness, the way her soft scent wrapped around me. The feel of her mouth under mine. The taste of her.
I drew back and dropped a kiss to her nose, then sat in the chair across from her. “How was your day?”
She blinked, patting her hair. “Good. It was good.”
“Ready to go get our boy?”
“We’re not done yet. We haven’t even started.”
From the look of the sticky tabs on my expense report, I had a feeling I was in for a good tongue-lashing. I settled in to enjoy it. I did love it when she chewed me out.
“Let’s begin, then. I want to finish, go home, get AJ to bed, and finish something else.”
I smirked as she opened the file, her cheeks flushing with color. I loved the fact that I could still make her blush.
“Business first. You cannot claim the car you bought me as a business expense.”
“Why? It’s for you to use for business.”
“Because you insist on a driver or driving me yourself, Asher. You can’t write both off.”
I waved off her concern. “Then strike it.”
“It was an unnecessary expense personally as well. You should return it.”
“It’s not a scarf, Rosie. It was a gift. You’re keeping it. You won’t drive any of my cars, so I got you one you are comfortable with.”
She snorted. “I’d be comfortable with a Mazda or Hyundai. I don’t need a Mercedes SUV.”
“I thought you did. Case closed. Next.”
“The business trip last month was anything but business.”
“I met with some people.”
“Accidently. For drinks.” She eyed me over the file. “Not a scheduled meeting. And you talked zero business. I was there.”
“I meant to,” I protested. “But you looked so fucking sexy in that little sundress. It was hard to discuss business while trying to make sure my dick didn’t explode out of my shorts trying to get to you.”
It had been a fabulous break. Rosie, me, a private villa. Sun, sand, and time together. We hadn’t had a vacation since we got married. Our honeymoon was wonderful but brief. Then Suzy and her family flew down with AJ, and we met them in Florida and did Disney World and a cruise. It was a belated birthday gift for AJ as well as a family trip. It had been one of the happiest times of my life. When we came home, I started the adoption process to make AJ mine officially. He already was in every other sense.
I still loved it when I heard him call me Dad.
But last month, I had needed my wife alone, so I’d chartered a plane and flew us to the Bahamas. I shook hands with a few people. It was sort of business.
She blinked. “You can’t—”
“Take it out, then,” I chuckled. It was all my money, so I didn’t really care. “Next.”
