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.He s not shaved and he has on his grey suit, black shirtand the tie I requested, but it doesn t improve my mood, even if he does look edible. Morning, he chirps, all happy and awake.I flip him a scowl and chuck my hairdryer on the floor before stalking into the wardrobe to findsomething to wear.I know what I should be pulling down from the hanger, but in a fit of purechildishness, I pick something else, pulling it on and zipping it up quickly.I exit the wardrobe andslip my feet into my black suede heels, and then head straight for the bathroom.I m aware of hislarge frame to the side of me, following my every move.I snatch a quick look as I pass and see hishands resting lightly in his trouser pockets and an amused expression on his face.I don t humourhim with my time or silver tongue, instead finding my way to the bathroom mirror and making fastwork of my make-up.He walks in and comes to stand behind me, his fresh water loveliness smacking me right in thenose. What do you think you re doing? he asks, still displaying amusement on his face.I pause, mid-mascara application, and pull back from the mirror. I m putting my make-up on. Ianswer, knowing this is not what he means. Let me rephrase that.What do you think you re wearing? A dress.His eyebrows hit his hairline. Let s not start the day on a bad note, lady. He holds my blackpencil dress up. Put the dress on.I take a deep breath of calm, and turn to take the dress before exiting the bathroom without aword.I ll put the dress on, but only because I m worked up enough.Not only have I beensnatched from Paradise, but, as predicted, I ve also been tossed off Central Jesse Cloud Nine.London does our relationship absolutely no favours.No, let me rephrase that.Jesse in Londondoes our relationship no favours.I go out of my way to make the biggest deal of demonstrating the inconvenience he s causing, notthat he s bothered.He stands patiently and observes as I remove my unauthorised dress andreplace it with the one he s sanctioned.Reaching behind my back, I grasp the zipper and pull itup my back, but I only get halfway before I lose my grip of the little piece of metal.I quickly locateit again, but the same thing happens.I close my eyes, hating having to ask the smug arse for assistance. Will you zip me up, please? Of course, he chirps, and the next second he s pressed against my back, his mouth at my ear. With great pleasure. he murmurs, instigating a ferocious wave of treacherous tingles to ridethrough me.My hair is grasped and draped down my front before he takes the zip and tugs. Ohdear. What? Is it broken? I could laugh.Not because my dress is damaged, I love this dress, butbecause I know he won t send me to work with material gaping open at my back. Urm&  he tries again. No, baby.I think you may have grown out of it.I gasp, completely horrified, and turn to see my back in the mirror.There s a good inch on bareflesh revealed and the material is not stretchy.I sag on the inside and out.And so it begins.All ofthe pregnancy side effects will be accelerated because I have two peanuts, not one.I refuse tocry, although I could, quite easily.I need to embrace this.I need to match Jesse in the enthusiasmstakes.It s all right for him, he s still going to be a God at the end of all this, whereas my body willprobably be ravaged.I turn to face him, finding an apprehensive face around a chewed lip.Hethinks I m going to disintegrate. Can I put my other dress on now? I ask quietly.He visibly relaxes and even fetches my other dress for me, helping me out of the now redundantone and into the newly authorised one. Beautiful, he says. I need to scram.Cathy s downstairsand she s made you breakfast.Please eat it. I will.He can t hide his surprise at my easy submission. Thank you. You don t have to thank me for eating. I mutter, grabbing my bag.I make my way out of thebedroom. I feel like I should thank you for everything you do without arguing with me about it. He followsme down the stairs. If you were still fucking sense into me, then I would argue. I land at the bottom. Are you pissed because I didn t service you this morning? he asks, amusement rife in his tone. Yes. Thought so. He grabs my hand and swings me around so my body crashes against his hardchest.Then he eats me alive.I m taken with purpose and conviction, and I don t stop him.It llnever make up for the sex we didn t have this morning, but it might quench my thirst until later. Have a nice day, baby. I m spun back around and my arse is slapped, before I m guided to thekitchen archway. Make sure my wife eats her breakfast, Cathy. I will, boy. She waves a whisk over her head, but doesn t turn around. I ll see you later.And don t forget to speak with Patrick. He strides out without waiting forconfirmation that I will, indeed, talk to Patrick.I know my time is up on that matter. Ava, you look so well! Cathy sings at me from across the kitchen. All glowing and fresh! Thanks, Cathy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]