Page 61 of Mostly My Girlfriend
“You never asked me who I sold the company to,” I told her.
She shook her head exasperated. “I still can’t believe you did that, Ethan. I think we could manage a relationship and working together. If you think about it, we’ve done it this long. Only now it will also include sex! Okay, so who was it? Oh, please tell me not that asshole British billionaire, Harry Britton. He’s been pushing you for years to merge your two companies. I mean, really, Ethan we’re nowhere close to finishing the jobyoustarted in changing the airline industry. I can’t believe you’re willing to walk away from that. Maybe you can undo what you did?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to undo it. And if you think we can manage a relationship and working together, then maybe you’ll hire me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It was you. I sold the company for one dollar…to you. We just now completed the transaction. There are some things you need to sign, sure, but Daniel has it all drawn up.”
I watched her jaw drop and smiled. “I wanted us to be equals. So now I’m a billionaire, well, less of a billionaire but still freaking rich, and you’re a billionaire…”
“Ethan,” she said, clutching her chest. “You’re insane.”
“No, I’m in love and the company was the only other thing of value, besides me, I had to give to you. No matter what happened.”
The door to Carol’s office opened again and she entered with a roll of paper towels in her hands. “Okay, are we ready to begin?”
“No need to bother, Carol,” Jules said, still smiling at me. “We’re not going to need the full hour, after all. Turns out we were just in love with each other this whole time.”
“Shocking.” She chuckled. “I’ll send you my bill.”
We left the office, hand in hand. We were alone when we got on the elevator. When I hit the lobby button Jules gasped.
“What?” I asked her. The truth was, I didn’t think my heart could take any more emotion in one day. I wanted to take Jules home, fuck her like I meant it, then order a pizza and watch a movie. Nothing more dramatic than that.
“I just realized something. If I hire you, then I get to be the boss of you.”
“Turnabout is fair, I suppose. Just tell me you’ll be kind.”
“Sure I will,” she said with a ruthless gleam in her eye. “Ethan, get down on your knees. Now.”
Yeah. This was going to be fun.
* * *
Three months later
A yacht near Fiji
Julia
“What are we going to do today?”
I was currently lying on Ethan’s naked chest in our ridiculously GINORMOUS bed on our yacht, admiring my wedding and engagement ring combo. Suffice it to say, I only had first-world problems these days.
“I was thinking of making love to you in a little bit.”
I rested my chin on his chest while his hand stroked my back, pausing every now and then to squeeze my ass.
“But we just did that.”
He sighed. “Jules, the way I see it, we’ve got twelve years of sex to make up for.”
I kissed his fuzzy nipple. “That’s a lot of sex.”
“Which makes it a good thing you’re so insatiable when it comes to me.”
I rolled onto my back and lifted my left hand up so I could keep admiring the physical representation of being Mrs. Julia Moss.
