Worth’s jaw tightens, his authoritative tone sliding back into place. “Is there something you need, Mrs. Miller?”
The clients glance at each other, clearly entertained by the sudden domestic drama unfolding in real time.
I swallow hard, realizing just how bad this looks, but pride won’t let me back down. “We need to talk.”
I’m still standing at the door, heat rushing up my neck. Worth’s brows lift, but the moment his gaze takes in my expression, that surprise twists into amusement.
Oh,he’s enjoying this.
“Gentlemen,” he says smoothly, “please give me and my wife a moment.”
I want the floor to open up and swallow me.
Henson glances between us, clearly fighting back a grin. “Of course,” he says, clearing his throat. “Let’s continue this in the boardroom.”
The clients gather their notes, shaking Worth’s hand before exiting. Shaina is still frozen outside, as if watching a train wreck she caused. Worth shuts the door behind them.
The amused look hasn’t left his face.
And I’m about two seconds away from throwing something at it.
“Are you still fooling around with Shaina?” I demand, crossing my arms so tight it hurts.
He leans on his desk, calm as ever, one brow arched. “Why would you think that, Kitten?”
“Don’t call meKittenright now,” I snap. “This is serious. Do you have any idea what’ll happen if anyone finds out you’re cheating on your new wife?”
“No one will find out anything.”
“She’s going around telling people she was in your office,on her knees,Worth.” The words feel vile coming out of my mouth, and my voice rises before I can stop it.
Worth chuckles.Chuckles.
“I’ll take care of it,” he says simply, like this is a scheduling issue and not a full-blown PR nightmare.
“Why aren’t you more upset? This could ruin your entire plan, your reputation, the company, everything! I’ll have married you for nothing!”
That gets his attention. He straightens, amusement morphing into something darker for a heartbeat, but then it’sgone, replaced by that infuriating smirk that makes me want to both slap and kiss him senseless.
I scowl. “Are you still fucking her, Worth?”
He studies me, like he’s trying to decide whether to laugh or drag me closer. Part of me wants him to do the latter.
Nothing has happened since our wedding night in Paris, and I don’t know if I’m relieved or if I want to break the sexual tension between us once and for all—even if it might be the worst idea.
“Are you jealous, Mrs. Miller?”
“Absolutely not. I’mconcerned.”
“Right,” he says, the ghost of a grin still on his lips. “Because that sounded a lot like jealousy to me.”
“I’m not,” I bite out. “I couldn’t care less who you sleep with.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” The word comes out weaker than I mean it to.
“I think you’re lying, Mrs. Miller.” He tilts his head. “You’re jealous of Shaina, and you don’t want to admit it.”