Page 37 of Desperate Measures

Fuck.

She smelled so good. Looked even better.

Gorgeous.

When we were married and she wore an ivory dress, I thought it was just for our wedding.

But no, my Pretty Baby seemed to just like the color.

She decked out from head to ankle in an ivory suit that should have looked professional. It was demure and concealing, for sure.

But instead of turning me off, it only brought to mind the wildcat I knew she was in bed.

I knew all the delicious peaks and valleys that made up her soft, sumptuous body. All the secrets her expensive suit concealed.

She looked stylish. Smart.

I said ankle before because her feet were concealed in bright red leather boots that matched the bag she was holding.

“Do you have an idea what you’re gonna say to your father?” I asked.

“Well, since you’re coming with, I guess we should tell him about the marriage,” she murmured, blushing prettily.

“Of course. What about your job?”

“Uh, I’m not sure. I mean, I was going to start with that and maybe ease into the wedding. What do you think?” she asked, and her warm dark eyes lifted to mine.

I think you are so damn pretty.

I think I’m a fool for staying away.

“I think that sounds good.”

I glanced down at my empty hands and moved to take her bag. My wife wasn’t going to schlep that around with me here to do it for her.

She gave it with a whispered “thanks” and I grinned.

I knew her family. Knew what the men were like, and I imagined she was used to behavior like that.

I didn’t mind. In fact, having worked for her father, I was pleased I had so many of the same values.

We were a good match. But maybe I was a coward for staying away the last few days.

Michaela might not need a man to hold things for her, like her bag or the door, but I would always do that if I were around.

It was just who I was. So, as the elevator door opened with a pinging sound, I gestured for her to go first, then I watched her walk in front of me, my eyes glued to her ass, and I bit my own fist to stop myself from groaning aloud.

One of my men dipped his head, following my line of vision, and I moved fast, slamming my fist into his gut.

“What happened?” Michaela spun around eyes wide, but I didn’t answer her.

I was busy leaning over, whispering exactly what I was going to do to the motherfucker if I caught him anywhere near me or my wife again.

I stood up, my gaze landed on my head of security, Angus, who merely raised his eyebrow and dipped his chin.

He knew this joker was done, and I knew the rest of my guys would tell the tale to everyone in my organization.

That was good.