The Fixer's Secret: Taming My Husband

one, stretched diagonally across the massive bed. The sheets on the ot

. Victoria could hear the sharp click-cla

ve navy sheath dress, pearls. Th

kfast room, Eleanor was i

Eleanor asked w

Victoria lied. She poured he

body, lingering on her abdomen as if she had

urned her tongue. He was... exhaust

s! Men are never too exhausted for what they want. If

r cup down. I a

gh. Eleanor snapped h

ed bento box. It was lacquered black

You will take this to him for lunch. Sit with

the charity board at

e silverware. Your priority is Sterl

f the Sterling Tower. The glass and steel stru

. It felt heavy, like a b

oria with a mix of pity and awe, smiled. Mrs. Sterling! Julia

you,

cutive elevator. It rose smoo

te. It was quiet here. Thick carpets

ice. The blinds were partially drawn, slat

or the handle

p in the blind

desk, leaning back in hi

genuine laugh. His head was thrown back, his eyes cr

ing on the edg

ulation length. Her legs were crossed, swinging sli

e reached out and brushed a piece of lint-

away. He smiled at her.

e she had been pu

hand. The unagi for stamina. The patheti

iculous. She

ement through the blinds. He

k. She smiled. A slow, triumphant smirk. She leaned

head, but Victoria

door. Her breath was comi

toward the service area. There was

the bento box. The smell of gril

ice, the eel, the go

e lid of the t

Ste

ssistant, stood there holding a stack of files. He

ctoria said. Her

asked. He glanced toward the offic

said. I was

oward the elevator. S

ow lit

ca

rned. It wasn't the hot rage from

e. She was the future mother of his

as a sq

dinged. The

a didn'

smoothed her dress. S

tched her

lans, Xavie

n't walk softly this time. Her heels struc

iver lunch. She was goi