could do something. I dunno, go see a movie or something. It’s up to you. I’ve got that meeting at nine and then I’m free all day.”
“Cinema sounds good. But we can do that tonight, there aren’t any good movies on during the day. Why don’t we go shopping?”
He pulls a face making me giggle. “You serious?”
“Ok, ok, no shopping. Paintballing?”
“You want to go paintballing?”
“You’re right, terrible idea.”
“No its…” I slap a hand over his mouth. His green eyes twinkle with humor.
“What about the beach? Let’s go to the beach.”
“What about the paps?”
I shrug and feed him a piece of bacon. He smiles and kisses my nose. “It’s about time people see us out and about as a married couple.”
“Really?” I note the excitement in his eyes and tone. “You’d do that? For me?”
“I may come across as a bitch, but I do like you James. I actually want to make you happy,” clear my throat. “Sometimes.”
“As I do you my stunning wife who can cook.”
I giggle and feed him another mouthful. “See I can do romance.”
“That you can.”
When he leaves for work Marie comes straight in after him. They say a quick hello and goodbye.
“You’ll never guess who’s in town from Monday!” she squeals, jumping up and down. For some reason I join in with the jumping. Before I get a chance to answer she replies. “JACOB STONE!”
“No fucking way!” I gasp and stop with the jumping.
Don’t even think about it libido.
Think about what? Screwing him… gimme him! Mine!
“Yep, and guess who he wants to meet…” she wags her eyebrows and pokes me in the chest. “You lucky cow.”
“Why does he want to meet me?”
“Well according to Dave, Jacob was picked as the face of all your male shaving products for sensitive skin. He says he wants to speak to you about it first.”
“Why is my assistant not telling me this? And how do you know this?”
Ok, so Jacob Stone is… he’s gorgeous. He’s single, he’s the most sought out actor in the world. Everybody wants him, there’s a mob of women that follow him everywhere. Men want to be him! And he’s doing an advertisement for my company! AHHHHHH!
“I know this because I’m screwing your head of advertising,” she giggles and I make a mental note to have a word with David Blake. “He says it took hardly any convincing at all as Jacob uses your products already. So for him it’s an honor.”
“Holy hell, why couldn’t this have been decided before I got married.”
“You are totally not going to screw him are you?” she snorts in disbelief. “So how are you and your husband?”
How are we? How to explain… “I’m trying harder. He makes me feel… gah.” I throw my hands up in defeat. “Guilty. I feel damn guilty every time he is less than smiling.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Come on girl. You know me, the queen of freedom.”
“Yeah but you practically grew up with James. You should care about his feelings. He’s still your friend and a good man.” She wags her eyebrows. “You sleep with him yet?”
“Umm…”
“God… you have! I’m so jealous! How is he? How big is he? Tell me everything.” So I do, as I always do. I give her a vivid description of our sexual encounters. “Please… threesome. I just want a taste of that man.” I ignore her and roll my eyes. “Does he know about Paul?”
I splutter on my coffee and slam my fist against my own chest while frantically shaking his head. “No. And you should’ve seen his face when I told him I had sex a week before our wedding. Imagine if he finds out.”
“Well girl, I aint gonna tell him.” Thank god for that. Bad
“Cinema sounds good. But we can do that tonight, there aren’t any good movies on during the day. Why don’t we go shopping?”
He pulls a face making me giggle. “You serious?”
“Ok, ok, no shopping. Paintballing?”
“You want to go paintballing?”
“You’re right, terrible idea.”
“No its…” I slap a hand over his mouth. His green eyes twinkle with humor.
“What about the beach? Let’s go to the beach.”
“What about the paps?”
I shrug and feed him a piece of bacon. He smiles and kisses my nose. “It’s about time people see us out and about as a married couple.”
“Really?” I note the excitement in his eyes and tone. “You’d do that? For me?”
“I may come across as a bitch, but I do like you James. I actually want to make you happy,” clear my throat. “Sometimes.”
“As I do you my stunning wife who can cook.”
I giggle and feed him another mouthful. “See I can do romance.”
“That you can.”
When he leaves for work Marie comes straight in after him. They say a quick hello and goodbye.
“You’ll never guess who’s in town from Monday!” she squeals, jumping up and down. For some reason I join in with the jumping. Before I get a chance to answer she replies. “JACOB STONE!”
“No fucking way!” I gasp and stop with the jumping.
Don’t even think about it libido.
Think about what? Screwing him… gimme him! Mine!
“Yep, and guess who he wants to meet…” she wags her eyebrows and pokes me in the chest. “You lucky cow.”
“Why does he want to meet me?”
“Well according to Dave, Jacob was picked as the face of all your male shaving products for sensitive skin. He says he wants to speak to you about it first.”
“Why is my assistant not telling me this? And how do you know this?”
Ok, so Jacob Stone is… he’s gorgeous. He’s single, he’s the most sought out actor in the world. Everybody wants him, there’s a mob of women that follow him everywhere. Men want to be him! And he’s doing an advertisement for my company! AHHHHHH!
“I know this because I’m screwing your head of advertising,” she giggles and I make a mental note to have a word with David Blake. “He says it took hardly any convincing at all as Jacob uses your products already. So for him it’s an honor.”
“Holy hell, why couldn’t this have been decided before I got married.”
“You are totally not going to screw him are you?” she snorts in disbelief. “So how are you and your husband?”
How are we? How to explain… “I’m trying harder. He makes me feel… gah.” I throw my hands up in defeat. “Guilty. I feel damn guilty every time he is less than smiling.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Come on girl. You know me, the queen of freedom.”
“Yeah but you practically grew up with James. You should care about his feelings. He’s still your friend and a good man.” She wags her eyebrows. “You sleep with him yet?”
“Umm…”
“God… you have! I’m so jealous! How is he? How big is he? Tell me everything.” So I do, as I always do. I give her a vivid description of our sexual encounters. “Please… threesome. I just want a taste of that man.” I ignore her and roll my eyes. “Does he know about Paul?”
I splutter on my coffee and slam my fist against my own chest while frantically shaking his head. “No. And you should’ve seen his face when I told him I had sex a week before our wedding. Imagine if he finds out.”
“Well girl, I aint gonna tell him.” Thank god for that. Bad
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