I glance over at him, and his brows are low and eyes dark.“There are a lot of assumptions in that comment, Ms.Ford.”
For the love of God!
“Mrs.I am married.How many times do I need to remind you?”
“Widowed,” Drew says, and I want to leap out of the car.
He’s right.
My husband is dead.I destroyed Anthony’s company, and now I’m here with the man who has purchased it and taken my daughter's legacy.
I want to hate him for it.
Yet it’s me I should be angry with.
I’m to blame.
And his questions are triggering me.I never had the experience required to step in and run Open Leaf.
One day I’ll have to explain this to Zoe, and it kills me inside.
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DREW
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IDON’T KNOW why Ifeel the need to poke this pretty little bear.I suppose I want to remind her she’s no longer married.
Why hasn’t she taken off her fucking wedding rings?
Why does it bother me?
Christ, when she’s triggered, she’s ferocious, and I’d pay good money to see her naked and riding my cock when in a rage.
My dick thickens in my Tom Ford pants, and I mentally slap myself.If she looks down, God knows what she’ll do.
Scream.
Yup, I’d like to hear that too.
She thinks I’ve been avoiding her, and in some ways, I have.Not as much as she thinks.I’ve kept an eye on her but observed from a distance.
Mostly because I was working on an important deal and had to concentrate.
Now, Open Leaf and Gemma Ford have my full attention.And my cock’s.
I can understand why her husband married her so young.There is something about this woman that brings out a possessive streak I didn’t know existed.If I had my way and was inclined to commit—which I’m not—I’d make sure she never looks at another man again.
I want her.Sexually.
I want her naked, whimpering, and dripping.
There is zero doubt in my mind that the sharks are circling.The bachelors of New York will be waiting for her to show up at a social event, and someone will either fuck her brains out or put a ring on it.
I’ve spent a few nights staring at my bedroom ceiling thinking about how I’d feel if I saw her pregnant with some other man’s child, or flashing a rock around.
Not good.