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Thirteen.

"Hayley can you please come to my office. I need to speak to you. You too JR" Jim said. It was two weeks later after Hayley had found out she didn't have a job and they were having breakfast.

She admitted to herself that if she really wanted to work she would have found a job. A part of her liked staying at Jim's house. Alexis didn't want for anything and for once she didn't have to think about money or groceries or even rent. Her daughter was being homeschooled and she had all the time in the world to try out her new recipes in the kitchen. It was shallow of her to think that way and not wanting to work was just her being lazy but she was human. And once in a while she just wanted to be free from her responsibilities. She wanted someone else to worry for her well being. Was that so bad? No it wasn't. Opportunistic and shameless yes. But not so bad. Women out there married men for that purpose solely. To be taken care of so they wouldn't have to worry about anything. So who was she to turn down help? Even if it was forced on her.

"What now. Did you go and get me fired from my other job?" she asked and to her surprise Jim actually looked shocked.

"What other job?"

"You're too easy." She said flopping down on the sofa that was situated at the far end of the study. She wondered how she hadn't been in this room before.

"I hired a wedding planner since you two don't seem to be in a hurry to hire one." Jim said getting down to business.

"Why would you hire a wedding planner?"

"Don't be dense Hayley. For your wedding of course."

"Yeah. I almost forgot my wedding." she paused just for effect then asked dramatically "Are you kidding me? Do you seriously think I'm going to marry your son?"

"I don't think. I know my dear. Now be good children and get ready to plan your wedding. You have an hour before she arrives." and with that he dismissed them both with a flick of his hand. Jim could be a tyrant when he wanted to be.

Leaving his office Hayley thought of ways she was going to make the planners life a living hell. It wasn't the planner's fault but in war there were casualties. She was going to be one of those spoiled brats that didn't like any colour and was allergic to all kinds of flowers but still wanted a flowery wedding with pigeons and chiwawas carrying her rings. She could see the planner resigning on the spot and that made her smile. Going upstairs she changed into a blue summer dress, brushed her hair and applied some makeup then looked at herself in the mirror. Yes this is going to work perfectly. She thought then headed downstairs to wait for the planner.

JR looked at her then backtracked and looked again. Was she trying to kill him? That dress fit her nicely especially on her chest. The way it moulded her breasts made him want to rip it off and see the real things. He couldn't take his eyes off her and it was starting to get old. She was annoying as hell and took every chance she had to get on his nerves but then she went and dressed like a freaking siren as if calling to him. Just two days ago she had called him at work telling him to bring butter when he got off work. And she used this sweet voice that annoyed and made him hard as hell at the same time. He wanted to bash his head on his desk. Because of her he had been late for a meeting because he needed a few minutes to readjust his trousers. She reduced him into a pile of sexual frustration and a big part of him liked it. The part that wanted to wring her neck was ready to come out and play. And not in a 'wring your neck because it's hot and turns us both on' way.

"What are you looking at?" Hayley asked him after squirming in her seat for a full minute. He was looking at her like he wanted to rip off her dress and snap her into two at the same time.

"Your breasts. Are they real?" he replied sarcastically.

"100% percent God given. Do you know how many times I've had to change my bra size? These babies don't know when to stop. I'm scared of how big they'll be if I get pregnant again." he was ready to pounce on her and Hayley secretly did a happy dance. It felt good to be wanted like that. The sparks flying around them were almost visible and judging by the stupid butterflies in her stomach she wanted to be pounced on.