Leila slammed a letter on Kelvin's table. Her eyes blazed with intense anger that should have frightened him but it excited him instead. "No. I'm not interested. You don't need another assistant, Kev."
Without peeking, he knew the content of the letter. An appointment as his new assistant. If she wouldn't come to him willingly, he would do it through force. He folded his hands on his chest, waiting for her to be done with her rant. He was not backing down on this.
She snapped her fingers. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Honestly?" he said. "No."
He was horny. That was largely one of the reasons he came to see her. Seeing her had done nothing but intensify the urge to bend her over a desk. His promise to himself was what kept him from doing anything rash.
She wasn't fully healed from Charles's assault and he would be an asshole to push her beyond her comfort zone. But he was fast getting tired of only blowjobs and kisses that left him hornier then ever. He needed to fuck his wife.
"Leila."
"Don't Leila me," she thundered. Her finger poked his table. "I don't want to be your assistant. Cancel it."
His eyes narrowed. "No."
"Cancel it, Mr McKenna."
Kelvin snorted. "Are you the boss or I am?"
The scrap of his chair against the floor echoed as he stood. Leila backed away from the table like he was coming for her but he didn't move an inch from there.
Her fingers ran into her hair, she walked the breadth of his office and returned to face him. The fierceness was gone. No more fight in her eyes. Good for him.
"We almost got caught a few minutes ago, Kev."
And he was willing to take the risk. For fuck sake, he wanted every goddamn person in this building to know who he belonged to. He heard the rumours too. He was aware how much they discussed him and how much Leila continued to talk about him not being her type. He didn't want to know these things but they always got to his ears. After all, he was the boss.
"So what?" he replied. Her mouth opened. She collapsed to one of the two seats in front of his desk like she couldn't handle the weight of his words. Kelvin moved closer to her. "Let them know about us."
"What is wrong with you?" Hiding her face in her hands, she let out an agonizing sound that weakened him. His shoulders sagged. "We already discussed this. Office life should be separate from work life. I don't want them to know about my marital status. It is none of their business, Kev. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
The words he had done so well to keep in his head burst out. He jumped to his feet.
"It's hard because I want to come into your office at any point and steal a kiss from you. It's hard because I am tired of having to drop you off a few metres from the office. It's hard because each time I see you, all I want to do is hug and kiss you but I can't do that because you are so bothered about what people will say. It's not their business but I fucking want them to know."
Breath ragged, his chest heaved from the impact of his words. His wife was staring up at him with glassy but determined eyes. She was so damn stubborn. Why couldn't she understand that she was no longer alone? She had him now. He was team Leila. He would protect her.
"You are ashamed of me, Leila."
"Of course not, Kev." He scoffed. She shook her head, as stunned as he was of the bold accusation that left his lips. "Stop it. I'm not ashamed of you, Kelvin. You know that."
"I don't know it," he replied mostly so she could give in to his proposal.
Leila was right about Kelvin not needing another assistant but if she agreed to take the job, it would mean sharing the same office floor with him. That way, he could respect her wishes for privacy and have all his heart desires without fear of nosy colleagues intruding on them.
His wife rose slowly to her feet, then sat back down. He was torn. "Well, I don't know how else to let you know I am not ashamed of you." The answer was simple. It was right in front of them but she refused to see it. He smiled sadly at her. "You're making this hard for both of us. Don't be like that."
Of all the crazy things she had told him, this was the craziest and it charred his heart like hot coals, so much so that he had to sit on the edge of the table and palm his head. Leila was hurting him, breaking his heart.
"Now I'm the one making it hard for us?"
Her gaze didn't flicker. "Yes. We have a good thing going on right now and you want to ruin it. We are fine this way, Mr McKenna."
That familiar pangs of pain penetrated his heart. He returned to his seat, switched on his laptop. There was work to be done. He had some meetings. A gala to attend later in the evening. Kelvin couldn't take her to the gala. If she wasn't going to identify as his wife, he would rather go with his assistant like they have always done. Kelvin and his assistant, Amara had become the title on the guests lips. He would continue that tradition.
"Fine then." He took out a sheet from the pile on his desk, stared at it for a second. He was tired. "If that's all, leave my office."
Leila gasped but he didn't let her reaction get to him. She would be fine. He snatched her appointment letter from the table and pushed it into the shedding machine. He sent it himself instead of asking the head of HR to do it. Look what he got in return?
"Consider the appointment terminated."
"Thank you," she whispered.
Kelvin didn't look up but the last emotion he felt was gratitude. What he felt was an emptiness he couldn't explain. "Yeah. Now, go. Please, leave my office, Mrs McKenna."
The only fair point she made was about his assistant. He didn't need one but he didn't know how else to get the stubborn woman to his office. The emails and texts he sent earlier had all gone unanswered. He was the boss of her but it didn't feel like that sometimes.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Kelvin's eyes twitched. She had to be kidding. He stopped pretending to be typing and met her gaze.
"Leila."
The naughty woman's lips quirked. "Kev."
"Leilani."
"Kelvin."
"Mrs McKenna."
"Mr Kelvin McKenna," she replied with a smile.
A fucking smile. His insides were boiling with fury. Jesus. This woman was driving him crazy. He tugged on his hair from the roots and a mild pain spread through his scalp. At least he could handle that kind of pain.
"What will you have me do with you?"
"I will have you try and understand me, Kev. Please." He was immobile as she pushed his chair back and sat on his lap. Pleading with him silently, she pecked him on the lips. "I'm trying my best, you know? This is new for both of us. I'm not ashamed of you. I'll never. I'm just saying we should give it time before we make the big announcement."
When she hugged him, his resolve weakened and the rest of the anger left his body. "You make it so hard."
"I know," she replied. "I know, Kev. But let's do it at my own pace. Please?" Raising her head, she peered at him through thick lashes. He couldn't say no to her with those beautiful eyes begging him. "I'm not ready."
"Why?"
They had been married for over two months. Their relationship wasn't the best but it had greatly improved. How long would he keep hiding the name of his wife? Or skipping the conversation when marriage was mentioned? It was unfair of her to make this request.
Leila palmed his face, she brushed her lips against his before fully claiming it. He was well aware this was a ploy to distract him but his body reacted accordingly to hers. She tasted like jam from breakfast. He kissed her back, angrily, hungrily until she broke the kiss.
"It's time for lunch," she said. "I'm famished."
Half-smiling, he replied, "Go on without me."
"Nope." She kissed him again. Only long enough for his dick to twitch. "We have to go together, husband."
Husband. He liked the sound of that. Sensing his reluctance, she said, "I'll feed you." He pursed his lips. "We will take pictures. I'll even give you a handjob."
"Blowjob."
"What?"
Kelvin traced his wife's swollen lips. "I want a blowjob, not a handjob." She had gotten better at it and he wanted her glorious mouth on his dick.
Her lips formed a small 'O' and he nodded. She could not win this completely. "In the office? Like now?"
"Yes." She groaned. "Or I won't go out for lunch. I'll starve because my wife refused to give me a blowjob."
Leila cackled with laughter. He remembered the stunt she pulled that led to a quarrel in the car, and he was all too happy to repay that favour.
"Okay, Kev. If that's what you want from your wife."
He grinned. "That's what I want from her." For now. Other things would come when she was more comfortable with him.