Page 59 of Desperate Measures

“Come on,” he said a moment later, and opened the door to an enormous office space with two big desks and a partition in the middle.

“If either of us has a call we need privacy for, we can open this,” he explained and pointed at a desk I assumed was for me.

“You want me to work here? With you?” I asked, stunned.

“Yeah, well, I mean, I don’t spend that much time in here, and I doubt you will either with everything you have to do. I moved your team to the west half of this floor, so you don’t have to go very far, though. Unless you want to go to the lab. That’s on eleven.”

He looked so goddamn adorable, I didn’t even bother trying to hide my smile.

“Get to work, Sweetheart, or I’ll have to dock your pay,” he said, mock frowning.

I grinned, grabbing his lapel and pulling him down for a quick kiss. Just then, someone swung the door open despite Mrs. Finley shouting at them not to go inside.

“Do you know who I am?” the woman scoffed, and immediately my hackles rose.

Liam lifted his head, and this time his frown was real. I made to step back, but he tightened his hold on my waist, not allowing my retreat.

“Am I interrupting?” the strange woman said.

She was beautiful. Tall and thin with smooth skin and perfect makeup.

“You must have missed my assistant, Miss Chen. Surely, she told you not to just come in,” Liam said, and he sounded pissed.

“Yes, well, I thought you would want to know everything from yesterday’s delivery has been unpacked and there was a problem with two of the crates. Perhaps that’s best discussed alone where we can go over them slower this time,” she said, her gaze flitting over my husband in a way that was far too familiar for my liking.

This bitch.

Inside, I was seething, but I forced my expression to remain impassive.

“I’ll be right there, you can wait outside,” Liam said, his voice harder than I’d ever heard it.

Again, I tried to step away from him. Not wanting to give this woman any impression, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip.

“Liam,” I whispered.

“Before you go, Miss Chen, allow me to introduce my wife.”

“Your wife!”

Okay, so it probably shouldn’t have made me giddy to see Miss Chen react with surprise to that statement, but it did.

I schooled my face to not show a thing.

But inside, I was exploding with feeling. Both pride and relief soared through me that Liam didn’t rush through an explanation or try to hide our relationship.

Seemed like our marriage was going to be very public knowledge in the office before the nine AM press release went out.

“Yes, Michaela O’Doyle. My wife. She is also a partner at ODI, so anything you have to tell me you can say in front of her.”

“Yes, sir,” Miss Chen murmured, her lips drawn into a straight line.

Ooh. She is very unhappy.

“One more thing. Don’t ever come bursting into our office again. Mrs. Finley is out there for a reason. Is that understood?”

“Yes. Of course,” she said and gave a slight bow, storming out of our joint office with a huff.

“Sorry about that, Sweetheart,” Liam said, turning back to me.