Married to a powerful businessman feared all-over Portland, Mia Kingston has a reputation to uphold. As the CEO of MK, her own lingerie brand, everyone believes she has everything, including the perfect marriage most women envy.
She's beautiful, s...
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Flustered inside, I clear my throat to announce my presence. He cocks his head stoutly in response, and oxygen finds its way in my lungs as our eyes meet. He caps the water bottle and sucks in a breath.
"Good morning," I greet him, taking my stride toward the marble breakfast table.
Don't look, Mia. Don't look! I try my best to avoid his distracting frame, a pair of gray shorts and black loose vest covering his reserves. How hot!
And his legs. Damn he's got amazing legs: hairy, strong, and firm.
"Morning, Madam," he answers gently, his voice carefully guarded. "How are you feeling this morning?"
It's the question I should've heard from my husband when I woke up. But no, I get to hear it from my employee, who seems utterly concerned about my well-being.
"I'm good," I reply, giving him a small smile.
And then it hits the back of my mind that I might've done something unusual under the influence of alcohol. What exactly did I do when we got home? Clearly I wasn't at my best behavior, was I?
Fuck! I didn't try to molest him last night, did I? I bite my bottom lip, my eyes on his.
But no, I didn't, hopefully. I usually don't have terrible drinking habits. I might've fantasized about him a tad bit from here and there, but doing something unladylike? No way.
Are you sure, Mia? My face crunches as all the pieces fit together. Fuck!
Mr. Grumpy! Did I really call him that name out loud?
I pull myself together and say, "I'm going to the country house. But before that, I think I have a trip to Seattle." My voice is monotonous, proving to him that I'm still the lady of the house even if he got to witness the sleazy side of me.
We all have those terrible moments and I'm far from being perfect. Slowly I sit on the kitchen barstool while grabbing a glass of water.
"At what time?" He's still reverent, showing no sign of any retaliation from my last night's bitchy acts.
"Um..." I wither under his intense scrutiny, the whiskey colored eyes of his staring at me steadfastly. God! "In three hours."
"Okay, Madam." He nods and wanders toward the exit.
"Red," I call him gently.
He whirls around instantly. "Madam."
"Thank you," I mutter, meaning it from the deepest part of my heart. "For saving my life."
Just the thought of those men trying to grab me still scares the shit out of me. I don't know how my life's gonna be from now on, but surely I'm not safe here. And I need to get away before I lose my mind.
"I'm only doing my job," he replies coolly. "Excuse me." He walks away.
I roll my eyes as I watch him. Can't he just say 'Thanks" instead?
