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shook her head, mentally berating herself. “There’s one other thing,” she said softly.
“What’s that?” he asked, already gathering up his papers, intent on heading down the hallway to his next meeting. Or more specifically, away from this woman and her soft charms, all of which he was ridiculously eager to sample. Knowing that he would be tasting her, probably tomorrow, and feeling all of her softness, was quickly making it hard for him to be able to stand. Much more of those thoughts, and he’d have to stay behind his desk for a while.
“I was just going to let you know that I’m going to find a job. I want to work,” she explained. “Just until the baby arrives. And then I’ll stay home with the baby, of course, but just until…well, we don’t know how many cycles this procedure will take so….I wanted to gain some work experience.”
Jason shook his head and stood up. “Whatever you want to do. A nanny will be able to take over after the baby is born anyway,” he countered, not willing to allow a woman of her less than trustworthy morals to raise his son. He wasn’t going to let her know that yet, but would spring it on her later. It was good that she wanted to work. Hiring a nanny would make the separation between mother and child easier. Or at least the influence would be minimized.
Emma smiled, her eyes lighting up brilliantly. “That’s absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much!”
Jason watched with fascination as she stood up and walked out of his office. One would think he’d just given her the crown jewels instead of agreeing to let her work until the child was born. Not that he thought he had any right to tell her whether to work or not. It wasn’t any of his business, although he suspected that he wouldn’t really want his real wife to work. If things were different, if Emma really was as sweet an innocent as she appeared to be, Jason would be much more protective of her. He wouldn’t want her in the work force, at some boss’s mercy who might take advantage of her.
He knew he was being ridiculous because men in the work force were generally not focused on seducing and taking advantage of inexperienced women. Emma could take care of herself. One look from those sweet, gentle eyes or a hint of a blush, and any man who was trying to take advantage of her would find himself stuttering out an apology versus taking advantage of her.
He sighed and realized that he had to wait out going to his meeting after all . His body was still in the zone of impregnating his lovely, if promiscuous wife. Apparently, his mind didn’t really have control over what his body wants.
Emma skipped happily out of Jason’s office, her back straight and proud as she stood directly in front of his assistant’s desk.
“Good morning, and I’m horribly sorry to bother you, but Jason mentioned I should work with you to get an appointment on his calendar.”
The older woman looked up at Emma with kind eyes. “Of course. How can I help?”
Emma pulled the brochure to the fertility clinic out of her file folder. “Jason needs to be here in the next twenty-four hours,” she explained.
Betty looked down at the brochure and almost laughed out loud. “You want me to schedule an appointment with Jason Montenegro at a fertility clinic?”
Emma nodded, blushing only a little this time since this woman seemed very kind. “Yes.”
Betty put the brochure down and looked at the lovely woman with suspicion. “I think I’d better clear this with Mr. Montenegro first. What’s your name?”
“I’m Emma….” She laughed slightly, “Montenegro. Wow, that’s the first time I’ve actually said that out loud.”
Betty just about dropped her pen. “You’re his wife?” she gasped and quickly stood up.
“Yes. We were married a few days ago.”
“Of
“What’s that?” he asked, already gathering up his papers, intent on heading down the hallway to his next meeting. Or more specifically, away from this woman and her soft charms, all of which he was ridiculously eager to sample. Knowing that he would be tasting her, probably tomorrow, and feeling all of her softness, was quickly making it hard for him to be able to stand. Much more of those thoughts, and he’d have to stay behind his desk for a while.
“I was just going to let you know that I’m going to find a job. I want to work,” she explained. “Just until the baby arrives. And then I’ll stay home with the baby, of course, but just until…well, we don’t know how many cycles this procedure will take so….I wanted to gain some work experience.”
Jason shook his head and stood up. “Whatever you want to do. A nanny will be able to take over after the baby is born anyway,” he countered, not willing to allow a woman of her less than trustworthy morals to raise his son. He wasn’t going to let her know that yet, but would spring it on her later. It was good that she wanted to work. Hiring a nanny would make the separation between mother and child easier. Or at least the influence would be minimized.
Emma smiled, her eyes lighting up brilliantly. “That’s absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much!”
Jason watched with fascination as she stood up and walked out of his office. One would think he’d just given her the crown jewels instead of agreeing to let her work until the child was born. Not that he thought he had any right to tell her whether to work or not. It wasn’t any of his business, although he suspected that he wouldn’t really want his real wife to work. If things were different, if Emma really was as sweet an innocent as she appeared to be, Jason would be much more protective of her. He wouldn’t want her in the work force, at some boss’s mercy who might take advantage of her.
He knew he was being ridiculous because men in the work force were generally not focused on seducing and taking advantage of inexperienced women. Emma could take care of herself. One look from those sweet, gentle eyes or a hint of a blush, and any man who was trying to take advantage of her would find himself stuttering out an apology versus taking advantage of her.
He sighed and realized that he had to wait out going to his meeting after all . His body was still in the zone of impregnating his lovely, if promiscuous wife. Apparently, his mind didn’t really have control over what his body wants.
Emma skipped happily out of Jason’s office, her back straight and proud as she stood directly in front of his assistant’s desk.
“Good morning, and I’m horribly sorry to bother you, but Jason mentioned I should work with you to get an appointment on his calendar.”
The older woman looked up at Emma with kind eyes. “Of course. How can I help?”
Emma pulled the brochure to the fertility clinic out of her file folder. “Jason needs to be here in the next twenty-four hours,” she explained.
Betty looked down at the brochure and almost laughed out loud. “You want me to schedule an appointment with Jason Montenegro at a fertility clinic?”
Emma nodded, blushing only a little this time since this woman seemed very kind. “Yes.”
Betty put the brochure down and looked at the lovely woman with suspicion. “I think I’d better clear this with Mr. Montenegro first. What’s your name?”
“I’m Emma….” She laughed slightly, “Montenegro. Wow, that’s the first time I’ve actually said that out loud.”
Betty just about dropped her pen. “You’re his wife?” she gasped and quickly stood up.
“Yes. We were married a few days ago.”
“Of
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