professionally and socially. They often had heated but inspiring debates. He treated her more as a friend than as an employee. It had become more and more difficult for him to reframe from expressing his love to her, but he was still unsure of her family. Her mother and younger sisters sounded, and behaved, like gold diggers.
But when she’d turned up at the Christmas party dressed like a glamorous sex kitten, and had proceeded to flirt with every man there, he was jealous as hell. He resolved to talk to her after the Christmas party, then retreated to his office to calm the green-eyed monster. But she followed him into the office, where she not only told him but also showed him how to have fun.
And, boy, had he had fun! He had never been ridden by a wild woman before. Strangely, he found that he loved this domination by his petite love. He’d experienced the best climax of his life when she rode him to oblivion, and he was ecstatic when she agreed to marry him. Their subsequent love-making sessions had been as marvellous as the first one. He hadn’t know that he was capable of shagging her four times in such a short span of time.
The phone rang again, and he answered it curtly.
“Yes?…Wickham…hell…”
Elizabeth watched as Darcy stalked out of the kitchen to continue the conversation. Then Mrs. Reynolds excused herself, leaving Elizabeth to remember her other objection to him. Besides their initial clash at work, she had also heard George Wickham, a junior in admin, speak about how badly Darcy had mistreated him, preventing him from dating Georgiana.
“This Wickham…he’s your boyfriend?” Elizabeth asked Georgiana.
“He was dreaming!” Georgiana exclaimed. “William and Wickham grew up together. I was much younger. When I was in junior high, Wickham wanted to date me. Come on, he’s so old! Like my brother. Who would want an elderly brother as a date? Wickham made a nuisance of himself, and my brother told him that he would fire him if he continued. It took that to make his yucky behavior stop.”
Elizabeth gritted her teeth. She had been taken in by a delusional stalker! “
“Wickham is my father’s godson, so William took care of him whenever he could. I told William he should have washed his hands of him ages ago. Godson, my ass!”
At that point, Darcy walked back into the kitchen. “Georgiana, good night. Elizabeth and I are tired.” He arched his eyebrows at Elizabeth when he spoke. Then he pulled her upstairs, to his room.
While she was still mentally debating the relative merits of keeping or breaking the engagement, he pulled her into the bathroom and started divesting them both of their clothes. In moments, she was a lost woman. Again.
When they married, six months later, she teased him that it was his bedroom ability that persuaded her to stay in the engagement long enough for her to fall in love with him.
He retorted that she had certainly taken her time, giving him ample opportunity to prove that his abilities extended to the office, the bathroom, the bedroom, and almost everywhere else inside his townhouse and country estate.
“Well,” she answered, contented in his arms, “a good personal assistance ought to be thorough. Don’t you agree?”
Billionaire Convicted
What if Mr. Darcy and Wickham had a fight?
“Now cut open the last ice cream tub lengthwise. What do you see?” asked the Quality Control manager of the day, whose name was Elizabeth.
Darcy did as he was told and replied, with a deadpan expression, “I see ice cream.”
“It’s Marble Fudge!” she said sternly. “The fudge should be evenly swirled throughout the container. If there is too much, or not enough, or if it is not properly distributed, then the product is rejected.”
“Who would care about such a thing? Children get a Marble Fudge to eat, not to look at it.”
“We care about our quality, Mr. Darcy!” She now had her hands on her hips. “So, what is your verdict?”
He lifted the carton up and took a quick glance. “Seems fine to me.” Then he tossed it back onto the lab bench with a bang, accidentally knocking other cartons of ice cream around, splashing half-melted ice cream everywhere.
She jumped away, but some of the ice cream got onto her face and clothes. “That’s no way to treat our beloved creations,” she exclaimed, clearly annoyed. “Not to mention the mess you’ve made of the lab and of my clothes.”
“I can help you clean up.” He pushed her down to sit on the bench, then leaned over to lick a smear of vanilla from her nose.
She tried to shove him away, but he had his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“I’ll report you to the authorities!” she cried.
“Report away,” he murmured, and sucked a drop of chocolate ice cream from her earlobe.
A shiver ran through her body, and she braced her hands against his broad chest. “Mmm,” she moaned, “I think I’ll sell the story to the press instead.”
He lowered his mouth to taste the strawberry ice cream on her smooth throat. “I can pay you far more to keep your mouth shut.”
Her head dropped back as she chastised him. “I’ll tell your wife that you played nooky at work.”
“My wife is playing nooky with me now.” Grinning, he parted her legs and positioned himself between them. Then he pulled down the neckline of her shirt, baring her gorgeous breasts. He used both hands to squeeze them
