Page 81 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Minutes later, Dorian takes down the backpack and pulls out his computer and starts to work while Brennan scrolls on his phone.
I guess I should be grateful I’ve been left to my own devices, but now I wish I had brought a book aboard instead of stuffing them in my duffel.
But the moment the airplane levels out, the flight attendant returns, offering breakfast sandwiches.
From a long list, I opt for a ham-and-cheese croissant. And if I was honest with myself, I’d admit I could get accustomed to this kind of pampering.
Both men choose English muffin sandwiches with triple meat.
I’m stunned that my meal is served on fine china, along with a bowl of plump, fresh berries.
They both decline a second cocktail but request coffee. Though I’d prefer to have another drink, I decide to play it safe and follow their lead. After all, I can only guess what Dorian has in mind for our honeymoon.
A few minutes later, Dorian’s phone rings and he turns his head to the side as he answers it. “Ah! My darling Giselle. How very lovely to hear from you.”
What the hell?Until this moment, it hadn’t occurred to me that Dorian has other women in his life. And no doubt it should have. After all, I’ve seen plenty of pictures of him with other women.
Am I expected to tolerate him cheating, even while we’re on our honeymoon?
How much worse can this nightmare get?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Isla
“Thank you for returning my call. I apologize for dragging you from your bed.”
I frown as a woman with a beautiful, lilting French accent responds that it’s always a pleasure to hear from him.
“Our wife is in need of your services.”
Our wife?
I shoot a glance at Brennan who is grinning.
Just who is Dorian speaking to?
Then it hits me. He saidourwife.Notmywife.
He doesn’t care if this woman knows that he’ll be sharing me.
She responds with congratulations in French.
“We’ll be landing”—he checks his very pricey Bonds watch—”in half an hour or less.”
I took just enough years of the foreign language to understand that she is looking forward to seeing him soon.
After hanging up, he deposits his phone inside his suit coat.
“What was that about?”
“We have an appointment for you to select some suitable underthings for our honeymoon.”
“You’re a lech, Mr. Vale.”
He picks up my hand. In an old-world gesture, he raises it to his lips. “And you, Mrs. Vale, are a delectable morsel.”
Blushing furiously, I pull away from his grip.
