Page 42 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

thirty-eight

I want to go on a rampage.

Barge into that bar Luisa is at like I own the place.

Remove every man who has the audacity to look at my wife.

And… And…

A thought forms rapidly in my mind. I try to push down on the feral beast my wife has turned me into and force myself back into the mind of the businessman I am known to be. Quick and calculated.

I’m behind my desk in a flash, emailing my attorneys while on the phone with the person I need to negotiate with.

Thirty minutes.

A record time set for this kind of deal.

And a swift lesson for my wife.