Page 74 of Desperate Games

Not ready for the way I like how his hand feels there, guiding me, claiming me.

“Okay, um, thanks,” I say quickly when we reach my office door, trying to shake him. Trying to keep my voice light.

But of course, Remy doesn’t move. Doesn’t give me an inch.

Instead, he opens the door and gestures me inside like a conquering king letting his queen enter her throne room.

My nerves are a jumbled, crackling mess. My frustration burns hot in my chest.

Because I know exactly what he’s doing.

Remy Falco isn’t letting me go anywhere without reminding everyone—including me—that I’m his now.

His wife.

Even if it’s just because I tricked him into knocking me up.

Shit.

“By the way, your new IDs, license, debit and credit cards will all be arriving here today via special courier around noon. I’ll let your secretary know?—”

My head jerks up. “What? What are you talking about?”

Remy doesn’t even blink. He says it like he’s discussing the weather.

“We’re married now, Andy. I assumed you wanted the same last name as our children.”

Smug. Smug, gorgeous bastard.

I narrow my eyes at him. He’s not wrong in that assumption.

Of course, I want the same last name as my babies.

That isn’t the point.

The point is, he just decided.

No consultation. No conversation. Just—Remy’s way.

And yet, I bite my tongue. Because fighting him here, now, in front of curious coworkers who are definitely eavesdropping from behind their computer screens?

Not a winnable battle.

Better to save my ammunition for when it counts.

“Fine,” I manage, clipped.

His mouth twitches like he knows I’m conceding without surrendering.

“I’ll have lunch delivered at the same time,” he adds smoothly.

Of course he will.

Of course, Remy already has it handled.

I nod, because what else am I supposed to do?

And yeah, maybe I don’t say no because every single damn time, he knows.