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he’d touched her last night he’d made her so desperate for release that she was begging him to just let her climax, but he’d been grimly determined to not lose himself in the experience and almost a different person than he’d been before.
“I don’t think I really have a preference,” she said, trying to think of something to break through the stiff formality of the conversation. “Do you?”
He shook his head while he read through another article in the newspaper. “I’ll have my assistant contact a travel agent tomorrow and she will give you some options.”
That didn’t sound very romantic. She fiddled with the handle to her china cup, wondering what she could say, how she could break through. “Do you have a lot of work this week?” she asked.
“No more than usual,” he replied, not even looking up.
She bit her lower lip and glanced around at the views off of the balcony. “This is really lovely,” she finally said, wondering if she should just leave him to read.
Edward glanced up briefly, looked at the views of the other buildings and the trees in the distance, then went back to the newspaper. “I suppose so.” After a moment, he looked back at her curiously. “If you’d like to live in a place higher up rather than a house, I’ll buy you a place in London.”
Jessica immediately shook her head. “No, there’s no need for anything like that.” But that brought up a very interesting question. Where were they going to live? Was she supposed to move in with him? And if so, when was that going to happen? Not to mention the fact that his parents hadn’t shared a bedroom. She’d discovered that little fact the last time she’d spoken to Tim. Were they going to share a bedroom? It seemed archaic for a married couple to have separate bedrooms, but she didn’t know his thoughts on the subject. He might prefer to have his own bedroom. In his present mood, she hesitated to say anything to him, much less ask about their living arrangements.
He seemed preoccupied with his newspaper so she sipped her tea quietly, her mind racing through all the repercussions of her marriage yesterday. She just glanced to the side and gasped.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, the corner of the paper flopped down so he could see over to her.
She pointed to the picture in the gossip page, the one that clearly showed Edward in the elevator with his arms wrapped around her. Jessica’s face was obscured but it was obviously a very passionate embrace. Edward’s eyes went to where she was pointing and the scowl on his face deepened. She heard a faint curse before he snapped the paper around to read the caption.
He tossed the paper to the side with disgust. “I’m sorry Jessica. There will probably be a media circus outside when we leave.”
Jessica smiled, thinking that she had the perfect solution. She curled her legs up underneath her, glad to have the previous Edward back, the one who occasionally showed emotions and passions. “Well then, I guess there’s only one thing to do.”
He looked at her as if she were only halfway sane. “What do you propose? I dislike having my name in the newspapers, much less my picture taken during a public display of affection.”
She had to laugh, excited to see him showing something besides that intimidating impassiveness even if it was anger. “We should just stay here until they go away.”
Edward’s scowl immediately left his face and a small smile formed on that handsome and oh, so talented mouth of his. He took the hand that had been laying on her lap and pulled her out of her chair, then directly down onto his lap. “And what did you have in mind to do while we hide out here?”
Jessica looked out at the skyline and shrugged. “Oh, I think we could just sit here and stare at the view for a long time. What do you think?”
He laughed softly while his hand snuck inside of her robe, glad to find that she hadn’t put anything on after her shower. “I don’t really like the skyline. Nothing changes. I like it when things move.”
Her smile broadened, relieved that he was thinking along the same lines.
Chapter 11
Jessica stared at the screen but her eyes didn’t absorb any of the information there. At least her questions about where they would live had been answered. By the time they’d left the hotel on Sunday afternoon, all