Page 47 of Boss with Benefits

Greta groaned. “I am having dinner with the most boring man I have ever met, darling. You are here to save me, yes?”

Greta pushed her way between them, elbowing Jessica out of her way. Of course, she did it with a pretty smile on her face. That didn’t keep Jessica from wanting to punch the woman.

Jessica folded her arms and waited for Brady to object.

He didn’t, so she did.

“Brady and I were having a nice evening. Why don’t you return to your date and let us finish ours?”

Greta ignored her as if she hadn’t spoken. The model’s fingers followed the path of buttons up Brady’s dress shirt from his stomach to his chest. “Are you still involved with the little nobody you mentioned last time?”

Jessica froze.Little nobody? Were those Greta’s words? Or his? Either way, he had some explaining to do. She clamped her lips shut and listened intently to their conversation.

“Are you tired of her yet?” Greta asked. “Last time we spoke you sounded like the two of you were on a downhill slide. If it’s over, I’ll send my date home. Alone.”

“I’m here with Jessica,” Brady said.

“I can see that.” Greta shrugged her bare shoulders. “She can go back to your table while we dance. I’m sure she won’t mind.”

Greta stepped into his arms.

Brady looked over her shoulder at Jessica. “We’ll just be a minute.”

Was he kidding? They were supposed to be playing a happily married couple. How could they do that with the French bimbo wrapped around his body like a python?

Jessica stomped back to the table, a new burst of anger with every step. She hadn’t squeezed herself into this ridiculous dress for him to ignore her all night. The restaurant was his idea; the whole damn date had been his idea.

And now she was supposed to sit at the table alone while he felt up another woman?

She sat in her recently vacated seat and poured more champagne into her glass. After filling it to the top, she downed the entire thing. Then she had another.

Her gaze drifted to the dance floor, and she watched the French tart trying to seduceherman. Their marriage was fake, but her feelings were real. She and Brady were enjoying anamazing sexual relationship. No way was she going to allow the model to steal him away. Not even for one night.

Jessica stood on wobbly legs. She grabbed onto the back of her chair to steady herself as the room started to spin. Maybe she should sit back down and wait for Brady to return for his dinner.

She glanced up in time to see Greta’s enhanced lips zero in on his.

Enough!Jessica stormed across the large crowded space and grabbed Greta by the back of her hair. She yanked hard in an effort to pull Greta away from Brady before she could slip her tongue into his mouth. The hair came loose. Jessica stared in horror at the red wig in her hand while Greta cursed a blue streak.

The woman lost her French accent.

Brady’s eyes narrowed on Greta. “You’re American?”

Ignoring him, Greta spoke through gritted teeth even though it was obvious she wanted to shout. “What is your problem, Jessica?”

“You’re my problem,” Jessica said. “Keep your filthy hands off my husband!”

Greta paled, and her accent returned. “Husband? Don’t you meanbusinesspartner?”

“No,” Jessica said. She gave Greta a little shove, just hard enough to let the other woman know she meant business. “Brady and I are married, and you will keep your grubby hands off him.”

Greta’s gaze moved to Brady. “Is this for real? You are married to this... peasant?”

“Watch it, girl,” Jessica said. “I’ll snatch you bald right here in front of Seattle’s elite.”

Brady glanced around, and Jessica followed his searching gaze. Almost everyone in the restaurant had eyes on them. A few had their phones out and were snapping pictures. Or taking video. She wasn’t sure which would be worse. The last thing hercase needed was for something to show up online that put her in a bad light. Randy would love it if that happened.

Tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have come here tonight. This was a bad idea.”

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