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everything I absolutely knew she did. I’ve not heard from Matt, so he’s definitely got the message, but I’m still far too curious about his knowledge of Jesse’s drinking issue. And then there’s my period, which is due on Monday. I’ve never wished so hard for something.
    Jesse would love to have me nailed to his side—he’s made that clear—and perhaps he thinks a baby would achieve that. He would see it as the perfect excuse for me to give up work, something else he would like to happen. But I love my job. I love spending my days designing and interacting with clients. I’ll battle with him on this…if I’m not pregnant. I’ve no idea what I’ll do if I am. I’ve been making him wear condoms for two weeks, and he’s demonstrated his disgust, but if I’m not pregnant, then I want it to stay that way.
    “Will you do something for me?” I ask quietly.
    “Anything.” His hot breath on my neck has my face turning into him, encouraging him to look at me. His head lifts from its hiding place, his hair now a disheveled mess, his greens finding my eyes. “What do you want, baby?”
    “Can you please resist talking to Patrick about Mikael?” I brace myself for his scoff. I’ve managed to keep him from my boss, but with Patrick and Irene arriving later for the evening reception, I’m not sure Jesse can hold himself back.
    “I agreed not to visit Patrick if you spoke with him. And I don’t believe you have.” He raises expectant eyebrows at me.
    No, I haven’t, because I have no idea how to approach this. He was shocked enough to hear I was marrying one of my clients. I could hardly hit him with the news that I’m about to jump ship on Rococo Union’s most important client, the client who guarantees Patrick’s comfortable retirement.
    “Give me until Monday,” I plead. “I’ll talk to him on Monday.”
    “Monday,” he affirms, his eyes slightly narrowed. “I mean it, Ava. You’ve got till Monday, and then I’m stepping in.”
    “Okay.”
    He grunts a little, and then buries himself back in my neck. “When do I get to take you away?”
    “I did warn you there would be no honeymoon for a while. You accepted that, remember?”
    He lifts his head and points a scowl at me. “So when am I going to get my wife to myself? When am I going to be able to love her?”
    “You always love me. When I’m not working, I’m with you. And you text and call me often enough, so I’m technically connected to you all day, anyway.” I need to approach this issue, too. He’s relentless.
    “I want you to give up working.” He’s pouting, and I’m shaking my head, just like I have every time he’s suggested this. He’s not demanding yet, but that’s coming, most likely when Mikael rears his ugly head. “Be a lady of leisure,” he presses.
    “How would I be a lady of leisure if I’m permanently nailed to you?”
    His hips push into my groin, enticing a sharp intake of breath from me. “Okay. Be a lady of pleasure, then.” He’s grinning at me, the crafty arse, and I suspect a sense fuck is on the horizon. I’d love him to take me hard. It would make a nice change after the last few weeks of gentle Jesse.
    “Ward, you’re not taking me now. Anyway, we should get downstairs before Mum comes searching for us.”
    He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Your mother’s a pain in the fucking arse.”
    “Don’t wind her up, then.” I laugh.
    He shifts off me and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “She needs to accept who has the power,” he says candidly, starting to recuff me.
    My amusement increases. “You’re touching me. Of course you have the power.” I attempt to pull my hand free from his grip, but the clanging of metal soon tells me he’s already managed to secure me. I look up at him. He’s grinning that roguish grin.
    “I’m sorry.” He shakes our wrists, instigating further clanking. “Who has the power?”
    I scowl at him. “You can have the power for today.” I brush my hair