All Chapters of MIXING PLEASURES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MARCUS I toss the hard copy paperwork of the contract I spent the entire weekend drafting on my huge office desk. Penelope looks up at me with a confused expression. “What’s that?”  she asked and went back to her tapping away an iPad. “Our marriage contract”She glanced at me and then the bound papers before glancing back at me “Since when do you draft your own documents? If someone had asked me I’d have sworn you didn’t know what the MS Word software looked like” “I don’t, I used scrivener” I kept a serious expression and she scoffed, rolling those large green eyes, I didn’t know too many employees that took as much liberty as she did, were anyone else to roll their eyes at me in the same vicinity, they’d be rolling their eyes out of the building along with their personal belongings.“It looks nearly as thick as a textbook. What did you include in here?” Those eyes narrow her eyes suspiciously at me and I momentarily lose my train of thought, I’m suddenly wondering why I never

**It was another day in the office and I was determined to be productive, I had my antenna appointment this afternoon and I wanted to be relaxed and in a good mood when the time came. The universe must want to shit all over my plans because the elevator pinged and Marcus Wayne, AKA my boss and someone I did not want to talk to walked right not. His briefcase in on hand, the other in his pocket as he strolled forward without a single good morning to anyone. “In my office Miss Cruz” he called without a glance in my direction.Why couldn’t I be lucky like everyone else and the universe let him forget I exist? Why? I continued scrolling through my emails making note of what I need to add to my calendar keeping on eye on the time. It’s couldn’t have been more than two minutes he strode in the door slid open revealing Marcus, heading straight in my direction. Oh shit.He made his way around the table, his fingers wrapping around my arm I let out a gasp as I was guided out of my chair wi

I was wrong. Marcus Wayne is not sweet and not soft. The day starts out like every other, going over his schedule like we do every morning, confirming meetings with other personal assistants and secretaries over the phone, and then going over reports, and attending a few meetings, so, a normal morning. And then by afternoon, I have my chair leaned as far back as possible, my shoes off, to get the blood flowing back into my feet that’s been pinched in the heeled peep toes I wore today, a cute pair but damn, there was a pain.I have my cell tucked between the side of my cheek and shoulder, chewing slightly on the end of a pen.“He can be so over-controlling it’s getting out of hand Pen, because he is an investor in my company he thinks he can tell me how to run my own company,” Will said over the phone making me frown. I was well aware of his rocky relationship with his dad.While Will was what most people would refer to as a trust fund baby, Will was very hard working. I like Marcus

I didn’t see Marcus for the rest of the morning as he had some meeting with an external client and I was glad for it in fear that I might actually strangle him and then I'd get fired as Wayne Tech had a strict no-violence policy or spend the rest of my life behind bars if I was actually successful. With the way I am feeling, it may actually be the latter. And then who would take care of my baby?I can’t believe the stunt he pulled. After what he did yesterday too.I don’t know why has me more annoyed, that he went ahead and did this without even so much as asking me or how pleased he was about my reaction, as though it was an amusing pesky fly.I kept going back to the blog and other blogs that ran the news. The comments didn't let up, didn't think it was going to any moment soon, I don’t know which is worse, the dudes or the ladies. I didn’t know what I expected that they would be all nice and throw their heartfelt congratulations. “It’s a good thing, you know how many women are

I kept my eyes straight as I walked to my desk, sat and when I was in the secured space of my cubicle, I dropped my hands to my palms smiling like a loon, what the hell was that? A giggle burst out of me, trapped behind my palm and another. One moment we were arguing, or at least I had been and then he was- and it was-I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to give it a name. I had no idea Marcus could be like that, so gentle and soft and sweet, as though he didn’t want to scare me off and I felt the electricity all the way to my toes. My gosh. So different from the first time, it had been rushed, with a bit of stumbling as we were both intoxicated.This was skilful, seductive, perfection.I swiped my hands all over my face. I needed to stop thinking about it. About him.If only there was a way to turn off my brain, but now, instead it was doing a rewind, replaying the kiss over and over again. My nipples tightened behind my bra, warmth curling in my belly at the memory a