Page 94 of Bitter Heat

He patted her ass. “I’ll be home soon. Don’t get used to staying behind. In the future, you’ll travel with me.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

He clutched her ass. “Next time I come home, I want you naked in my bed, got me?”

“Yeah.”

She winced as he let go of her.

“Call Dai. Let me know if you have any questions about the prenup. Do you need anything from me?”

When she shook her head, he tipped her chin up for a deep kiss.

“I’ll be in touch.”

With that, he boarded the elevator. She stood there for several seconds before she pushed all the buzzing questions to the side and checked her phone. There were several updates from Colette who was being kept at the hospital for one more day and several adorable photos of Polara. When breakfast was delivered, she sat at the island, which was fast becoming her favorite place.

The morning passed in a blur as she wrote fast and furious, determined to continue her streak. When she took a break, she checked her email and took care of some business. When she couldn’t put it off any longer, she called Dai.

The phone rang once, and then she heard, “Finally.”

“Dai?”

“I’ve left you at least three voicemails.”

“You did? Why?”

“Why?” Dai echoed dangerously. “You have the nerve to fuck in my shop and then don’t even call me to give me the dirty details? That’s the least you could do, especially since he’s not interested in crazy Chinese chicks.”

She rolled her eyes as she paced around the kitchen. “I have a job for you.”

“Don’t try to distract me! You tell me you’re done with that gorgeous ex of yours and then you fuck him inmydressing room.” Dai took a deep breath and then let it out. “I could come just remembering what he sounded like. I love a man who makes noise. Tell me he’s cut like Brad Pitt inTroy. Or if he isn’t, lie to me. Or better yet, tell me he can’t get enough of you and fucks you all over New York.”

“Dai,” she said sharply. “Snap out of it. I want to talk business.”

“And I want to talk about sex.”

“That wedding gown in the shop, is it the only one you have?”

There was a pause and then, “Shut the fuck up.”

She frowned, pulled the phone away from her ear, and then put it back. “Excuse me?”

“Shutup!”

“I just asked—”

“You’re gettingremarried?”

She rubbed her temples. “Is that the only dress you have or not?”

“What does it matter? I can make you a custom one.”

“I don’t have time.”

Another pause. “Are you pregnant?”

“No, and don’t you dare spread that rumor.”

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