“I think Mr. King was worried about the city more,” he adds with a humorous twinkle in his eyes.
That makes me chuckle. “Let’s go, prison guard. I need to see my husband.”
He nods with a smile.
In the car, I try to get more information about my new husband from his driver who, obviously, knows more than anyone else because he’s always where Ezra is. But George is tight-lipped. So I give up on this idea, moving it to the back of my mind for later when he’s more comfortable with me.
When the car stops in front of the building, George comes to open my door.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” I tell him, looking around, hoping no one sees. I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door.
“This way, please.” He ignores me and proceeds to open yet another door for me. The building one.
Security rushes to us, and George stops them with a wave of his hand.
“Let me introduce you to Mrs. Maeve King,” he tells them.
All three men look between each other with a puzzled look on their faces, but they are quick to offer greetings. Then, George leads me to the elevator. He waits for me tostep inside, and when the doors are about to close, he says, “The top floor.”
“Thank you, George,” I reply warmly and press the appointed button.
When the doors quietly slide open, I’m greeted with shouting. A man shouting. A very angry one. My new husband.Great timing, Maeve.
“Well, hello there,” a male voice greets me a few seconds into my walk toward the angry shouting. I jump, startled again.What’s up with my nervous system these days?
The most stylish man of all stylish men on the planet is looking at me with open interest. He’s leaning his hip on a printer. A stack of paper in his hands. His suit is gray with bright, golden details. Something that should be approached carefully, but he makes it work. I like two-toned jewelry, but I don’t see how it can work in an office wardrobe. It’s playful, but it’s for a specific setting. And yet, he proves me wrong. His suit is flawless, and the whole office interior justmatcheshim.
Right off the bat, I know it’s Martin. And I instantly know why Ezra would trust him to pick clothes that would ‘hug and touch my body.’Hubby, you big, possessive shit.
I also get the feeling that I’ve seen him somewhere. A very strong feeling, but I can’t place him anywhere no matter how much I try. I’ve always been bad with faces, and it got worse when I moved to New York.
“Hello, Martin,” I say with a neutral smile, trying to figure out what he knows about me before I compliment him on his taste or something like that. I might have called Ezra awkward, but I’m the one who lives with a foot in my mouth. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” he replies with a way warmer smile than mine and then instantly narrows his eyes as they scan over myfigure. “Well, I don’t know how you made this combination work, but you do. Damn, you go.”
I glance down at myself, chuckling. “Funny, but I was thinking the same thing about you. How you can pull off a two-toned suit like that is beyond me.”
He swats the invisible dust away from his shoulder with a smug smile. “I’ve got superpowers.”
“That you do,” I confirm, giving him another onceover. “Thank you for, you know, all of this.” I gesture at myself.
“Oh, please.” He waves me off. “I don’t remember having such a fun assignment before, so it was very beneficial for me too. Like therapy.” He presses his open palm to his chest. “I’m happy you like it though. I wasn’t sure, you know.”
“I’m not picky,” I say with a shrug.
“He is.” He points his index finger at the office where the shouting continues. “He was veryspecificabout the things I needed to buy.”
I feel my brows drawing together. “What do you mean?”
“Well.” He looks at the shut office door to make sure it’s still closed, I assume, and continues. “He explainedthe feelingto me.” He widens his eyes.
“The feeling?” I ask, confused.
“The feeling of you.” He stares at me with a meaningful look. “Ofyou.”
“Of me?” I parrot.
He gives me a slow nod. “Of you. And then I sent him a few things I picked, but he said no-no, Martin.” His tone turns flirty. “That’s not who she is. And then he picked a few things to send to me so I could get a feel of you too.”
