she was even going to live after he moved on to his next mistress. Which was really all she was to him, she realized. Yet another in a long line of mistresses. “Oh, I’m sure there will be something out there. I might have to wait tables for a while. Jobs for psychology graduates aren’t plentiful in this market.”
He pulled her on top of him. “Will you let me help you find a job? I have a lot of positions that might work out well for someone with your education.”
She bit her bottom lip, trying hard not to cry even while his hands woke up her body. She arched into his hands, desperate to feel him one more time stroke her and fill her up with his incredible body.
“Well, you don’t have to look for a job now,” he told her with a deep, husky growl. “And you’re not finished, so you’re just going to have to stick around here until you are finished. I demand that, at least.”
She smiled, thinking that maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe he wasn’t ending this quite yet. The elation she felt at that moment threw her body into overdrive and, when she finally collapsed against his chest after the most mind-blowing orgasm yet, she snuggled down closer to him, savoring these moments. And when his arms wrapped around her, she honestly couldn’t remember a happier moment in her life.
Chapter 12
“Marcus, I don’t think…” Juliette stopped when she looked up and found that Marcus was not the person behind the massive desk in the office. Instead, she was staring at a beautiful, sophisticated brunette with cold calculating eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Juliette said, looking around, confused for a long moment.
The woman stood up and came around the desk. “No, I should be the one apologizing. I’m Linda, Marcus’ assistant and you must be the reason he isn’t in Paris where he should be,” she said with an almost quiet reprimand. Linda extended her hand in greeting, but Juliette wasn’t quite sure if the woman was going to shake her hand or claw some skin away.
“Um…I…” Juliette wasn’t sure what to say. “Why should he be in Paris?” she asked finally, feeling supremely awkward in her jeans and sweatshirt while standing in front of this woman who took sophistication to an art form. Her pencil skirt fit her perfectly and the silk blouse fluttered around her arms and neckline. The silk blouse alone probably cost more than a thousand dollars, Juliette suspected. But then again, how would she know anyway? Juliette’s wardrobe budget ran to the bargain and off-season stores. Even if she could afford clothes like that, Juliette knew that she wouldn’t have the confidence to pull it off with such perfection.
Good grief, the woman even smelled amazing! Juliette, on the other hand, smelled like horse manure!
But manners forced her to take Linda’s hand in greeting.
Linda laughed as she sat back down in the enormous leather chair. “Because he just bought a multi-billion dollar company from a French firm and he should be there overseeing the acquisition and final negotiations.” Linda leaned back and crossed her arms under her breasts, tilting her head slightly so that the shining wave of her hair cascaded artfully over one shoulder. “Have you seen him lately?”
Juliette didn’t point out the obvious, that she’d come in here thinking that he was in the office. “No. Not recently.” She still felt awkward but smiled, thinking of her thesis. This woman knew how to put the power objects into play. A sophisticated outfit and meticulous grooming certainly put the power into Linda’s hands. “I’ll just get out of your way.”
Linda smiled back before standing up and walking around to the other side of the desk again. “I’m just here organizing that man.” She laughed and picked up several stacks. “You know how he is about being organized. He can’t stand it when he can’t find something immediately. Which is why he keeps me around. If he needs something, I’m there for him.”
Juliette stiffened with those words, feeling like they were a rude wakeup call. The woman had just verbally slapped Juliette across the face. She could either retort and put the woman down or retreat. And since Juliette hated cat fights, retreat was the only option.
“I’m sure you are very efficient,” she said, backing up.
Linda eyed Juliette’s sweatshirt and worn jeans that were about a size too large, almost hanging on her hips. “When you’re finished with him, would you mind sending him back