Page 15 of Past and Present

“Then they probably weren’t a real reporter and are just fishing for information about the wedding. We’ve been vague about details and the gossip rags are getting restless.”

“I mean he is a hottie and the magazines and gossip sites loved printing pictures of him. They have to be upset he’s finally getting married. They’ll have to find a new eligible bachelor to harass.”

Marissa grinned. “Cameron, are you saying you have the hots for my fiancée?”

He laughed. “Your fiancée is entirely too straight for me, but if I thought I had half a shot at turning him gay or bisexual and I could talk my husband into a threesome?” He shrugged and backed out of the room with a wink.

Marissa laughed as she turned back to her computer to work. The past couple of months had been a real growth experience for Marissa and Lance. They’d completed six weeks of couple’s therapy and were now down to seeing the therapist once a month, though Marissa kept her solo appointments twice a month as well. They’d talked a lot about what went wrong in their relationship before and how to avoid the same pitfalls. They’d talked a lot about their kink dynamic and how to use it to strengthen their relationship instead of using it to escape the parts of the relationship that were suffering before.

Her mind wandered to the first night after she’d moved back in with him. Heat flooded her cheeks as she thought about the way he’d taken her. She was pretty sure he’d given her an orgasm in every room in the house.

A knock on her door frame startled her out of her memories and her face flushed with heat as she jerked her head toward the interruption.

“Sorry again, Miss Sullivan but you might want to see the Chicago Celebrity Dirt blog.”

Marissa clicked over to a new browser window and typed in the website name.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Should I call someone?”

Marissa shook her head. “I’ll handle it. Thank you, Cameron.”

When he was gone, she picked up her phone and dialed Lance’s private line.

“What’s up Kitten? I’m neck deep in bugs over here.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’re busy but go to Chicago Celebrity Dirt. Did you know we broke up again?”

Lance groaned, but she heard his fingers on the keys as he went to check out the article.

“What should we do?”

Lance laughed. “I say we don’t do a damn thing.”

“But this could hurt our chances with Griffin. They kind of liked our love story and they might see a potential breakup as the company being unstable.”

Lance sighed. “Riss, if we respond to every salacious thing the gossip columns decide to make up about us we would get nothing done.”

“I know, but isn’t that what we have a PR department for?”

Lance chuckled. “Technically they are there to make the company look good, but you’re right. We can set up a personal PR team for ourselves. I’ll call Dana Gray.”

“OK. Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me, Kitten. I miss having you up here with me.”

She grinned. The man had practically forced her to open her own shop, and now he missed her? It was sweet.

“You’re so sappy,” she said, adding a gagging sound for effect.

“I can switch to strict asshole Dom if you’d rather,” he said, his voice taking onthattone.

She swallowed. “No, Sir. I’m good.”

“That’s what I thought. Now quit worrying about gossip rags and get back to doing what you love.”

“I’ve been told by HR it’s inappropriate to do you at work, Sir.”

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