The Rings that Bind. Michelle Smart

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      Her eyes suddenly widened. ‘My God, are you serious?’

      ‘Absolutely. Think about it, Rosa. We would be perfect together. We both want marriage…’

      ‘Just not to anyone who would expect us to compromise our lives for it,’ she finished with an unexpected sparkle.

      ‘This calls for a drink.’ He poured them both another hefty measure of vodka and chinked his glass to hers. On the count of three they downed them.

      Done, Nico reached for his smartphone and started a search.

      ‘We can marry here, tonight, in California,’ he said, reading quickly. ‘As long as we’ve got our passports, we’re good to go.’

      ‘Excellent.’ She pulled her briefcase onto her lap and rummaged through it.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      ‘Looking for a pen and some paper.’

      ‘What for?’

      She had looked at him, amusement written all over her face. ‘If we’re going to get married it’s only right we make a contract for it. Shall I write it in English or Russian?’

      And that had been it. They had married, still slightly tipsy, the next morning.

      Not once had he been given cause to regret their impulsive decision—the only impulsive decision he had made in his thirty-six years.

      And now she had the nerve to sit there, eleven months on, and tell him she had changed her mind.

      Not only that, but she had slept with her ex.

      A wave of nausea rolled through his stomach—so violent he almost retched.

      He was in no position to complain. He should be able to accept that. They had made an agreement that theirs would be an open marriage. As long as they exercised discretion they could sleep with whomever they chose.

      Was he not a modern, twenty-first-century man? He had no right to feel possessive about a woman who was his wife in name only.

      Intellectually, he knew all the right things to think.

      Under the surface of his skin, though, his latent Neanderthal had reared up and punched him hard, right in the solar plexus.

      She had slept with someone else. That little gem had lodged in his chest and was piercing into him with regular stabbing motions.

      She had slept with someone else and had the nerve to think that she could call the shots.

      He had bought her a birthday present. The first personal gift he had ever bought a woman. And she had slept with someone else.

      Had she slept with her ex as punishment for him not returning in time for her birthday? With any other woman the answer would be a resounding yes. But Rosa was not made in the same mould as other women. Or so he had thought.

      ‘You should have told me you were unhappy.’ As he spoke, something rancid nibbled away at his gut—which he tried to quash with another sip of his vodka.

      She threw him a wan smile. ‘I’m not unhappy—more lonely, I guess.’

      ‘That would not have been a problem if you had taken the job permanently when I offered it to you.’

      It was an issue that still rankled. A week before Madeline, his original PA, had been due to return from maternity leave, she had dropped the bombshell that she would not be coming back. He’d hidden his delight, wished her well, and promptly offered the job to his wife.

      She had refused to take it. She’d turned his generous offer down, just as she’d refused all subsequent offers of employment within the Baranski Mining empire.

      Ever since he had accrued enough money to purchase Reuben Mining and turn it into Baranski Mining no one had ever refused him anything.

      ‘Nico, I was lonely when I worked for you.’

      How was that even possible? They had spent nearly every waking hour together.

      He took another long sip of his vodka. ‘I do hope this decision will not affect our trip to Butterfly Island,’ he said, struggling to keep an even tone. He must be more exhausted than he had appreciated, because his mood was darkening as rapidly as his musings. And the rolls of nausea were increasing.

      She sighed and pulled out the band holding her ponytail, before immediately gathering all the stray locks and tying it up again, stretching her creamy skin taut.

      He preferred it when she wore her silky black tresses loose, as she did on the occasions when they accompanied each other to social functions. With her hair loose, her angular features softened, her caramel eyes, under which purple smudges currently resided, became rounder.

      ‘We are due to fly there in a fortnight,’ he reminded her tightly. ‘We had an agreement and I expect you to honour it.’

      The new PA he had appointed three months ago, when Rosa had refused the job, had proved herself to be spectacularly useless. And the one he had hired after sacking that one. And the next. As he had found since Rosa had moved on, when compared with his wife’s calm, dedicated efficiency, they were all useless.

      Rosa’s eyes widened a fraction. ‘You expect?’ she questioned in that husky voice he usually found so soothing.

      ‘Yes. A commitment is a commitment. Like our marriage.’

      Dimly he recalled a conversation one evening about how his plans for mineral mining in the Indian Ocean were firming up. He was readying for the contractual stage now, which meant he would need a Russian-speaking assistant to accompany him to Butterfly Island for the contract completion. He remembered complaining of the impossibility of finding someone and training them up in time, which was when Rosa had offered to accompany him instead. Just as he had hoped she would. She had landed a job working as a translator for another London-based Russian firm, but was willing to use her holiday entitlement to assist him.

      ‘I know.’ Her nose wrinkled. She gave a little shiver and rubbed her arms, pushing her full breasts together; unaware that the late-afternoon sunlight filtering in through the big bay window illuminated her white T-shirt, making it virtually transparent.

      He averted his eyes and willed away the tingles of awareness spreading through him.

      What the hell was the matter with him? His wife had told him she’d slept with her ex and wanted a divorce, and his body was still capable of reacting to her?

      Although she was not his type, intellectually he was aware that Rosa was an attractive woman. That awareness had been growing in recent months. There had even been times when…

      No. He had never allowed the idea of anything physical between them to take root. If it had been anyone but Rosa he would not have thought twice about acting on it, but he had never been able to shake the feeling that sleeping with her would be akin to opening a can of worms.

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