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She didn’t say anything Andreaited for his hile he toyed with the bows on her underwear He tugged at one Nothing happened They were decoration Typical

“I told you what I need I need to live” She turned her face away from him Andrew didn’t like that one bit

“So we live”

“Yeah,” she scoffed “Like you’ll change”

Daht a suit He had sex toys He’d booked an over-the-top ro? He felt a bitthe credit he deserved

He’d tried the kinky sex route, and that was a failure It was tiant bastard on her He whipped off her blindfold and watched as she blinked at the light

“Now you listen to u soured out where yet, but Florida isn’t working for us You will let me back in to your bed You will not flirt with any other men Ever And there will be no more talk about divorce”

Her eyes narrowed He’d seen that look before It didn’t bode well “Is that right? Will I do all of those things? Let me think” She pretended to consider it when it was obvious that she already had the answer “I think not” She glared at hi me what to do? Am I your slave? Your employee? Your child? Who told you that you know better than I do? I’ll get a divorce if I damn ant to And I’ll live where I want to And you’re not getting back into my bed Ever”

Crap This wasn’t going as planned According to the books, she would cruratefully accept his word as law He was beginning to doubt the books He rubbed his jaw It was tiesture

He reached into his suit pocket and caent “I booked a trip for us” He handed it to her, then realised she was still cuffed to the table He considered letting her loose, but decided it was best to keep her there Otherwise she et to tell her about the trip He held the brochure in front of her nose and flipped the pages for her “See? It’s a three-o to all the romantic spots you’ve alanted to visit We probably won’t see much because they’ll be croith tourists, but what the hell? Look, Venice, Roue, Paris We’ll need to deal with the French, but you can’t have everything” He waved the brochure “What do you think?”

She sighed heavily “Let h she could read his mind

Reluctantly, he freed his wife Helen rubbed her wrists before swivelling on the table to sit facing hiether and button it He put up a hand to stop her

“Please don’t You’re beautiful”

She stilled “Andrew I’ht I have lines and cellulite My boobs sag I’m not beautiful”

Oh, the stupid woman He placed a hand on the table on either side of her and stared deep into her eyes “You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me”