Park Avenue Secrets: Marriage, Manhattan Style. Barbara Dunlop
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at the grit, determination and aversion in their depths.
He was not forcing himself on a martyr. No matter what the cause, no matter what the rationale.
“This is a marriage,” he choked out, “not some stud farm.”
He grabbed his bathrobe, striding for the guest bedroom.
Alone in the bed, Elizabeth had cried herself to sleep. She’d wanted to make love, wanted desperately to make a baby. But their argument had replayed over and over in her mind while Reed caressed her, until it had shrouded her love for him, and his touch had felt empty.
She knew it would go away. Intellectually, she knew that only minutes or hours would have to pass before she felt secure in his arms once again. But she’d needed some time before lovemaking.
She’d finally fallen asleep in the early morning hours. Then she woke to the sound of the vacuum, and she knew their housekeeper had arrived, and Reed had gone to work.
Part of her couldn’t believe he’d left without waking her to make love. But then she remembered his expression as he’d stormed out of the bedroom. She’d angered him. And maybe she’d hurt him. He had, after all, tried valiantly to put the fight behind them and make love.
She was the one who had failed.
She flipped off the covers, showered, dressed and took her car to the Wellington International office tower on Fifth Avenue.
She rode the elevator to the executive floor and paced through the marble foyer without giving herself a chance to hesitate. She’d apologize to Reed. Not for the fight, but for staying so emotional afterward. She was past it now, and she’d tell him so.
If worst came to worst, she’d flash the lacy black camisole she was wearing under her coat dress. She had thigh-high stockings to match, and she’d put on the skimpiest, sexiest pair of panties she could find in her drawer. She wasn’t above a little seduction. And there was a fine hotel right across the street.
“Elizabeth.” Reed’s secretary, Devon, rose from her chair. She shot a quick, uncertain glance at the window through to Reed’s corner office. “Is Reed expecting you?”
“It’s a surprise,” Elizabeth admitted. She hoped a good surprise.
Devon shot another glance at his office, and there was something strange in her expression. “Let me give him a call.”
Elizabeth glanced through the window and saw a woman’s profile. She had spiky black hair and wore a dark blazer.
“You wife is here,” Devon said into the phone.
There was a split second’s delay, and then the woman shot a guilty glance through the window at Elizabeth. She immediately came to her feet.
“Who’s that?” Elizabeth asked Devon.
“She’s a job applicant,” Devon replied, busying herself with some papers on top of her desk.
Something in the atmosphere made Elizabeth feel awkward. “I hope I’m not disturbing something.”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” said Devon.
The door to Reed’s office opened, and the woman came out first. She was a strong, no-nonsense type, about five foot seven, with short cropped hair, classic clothes and a self-confident stride.
She nodded to Elizabeth as she passed, leaving a clean hint of a coconut shampoo in her wake.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” said Reed, and Elizabeth turned back to face her husband.
“Surprise,” said Elizabeth, with a smile for Devon’s benefit.
He gestured to the open office door, and she preceded him inside.
“Sorry to disturb you,” she offered as he latched the door.
“Not a problem.” He indicated a pair of leather chairs in one corner of the room, bracketing a low table.
“Who was she?” Elizabeth asked.
Reed waited for her to sit down. “Who?”
“The woman who just left. Devon said—”
“She’s a client,” Reed said hurriedly.
Elizabeth froze, a terrible feeling creeping into her empty stomach. He was lying. Why was he lying?
“What kind of a client?”
Reed waved a dismissive hand. “She owns a chain of furniture stores on the West Coast.”
Elizabeth nodded, depression settling on her shoulders.
“Did you need something?” Reed asked, tone formal and polite.
I need my husband back.
She was suddenly at a loss. Did she make the proposition? Did she carry on with the seduction plan? Could she bring herself to make love with him knowing he was lying?
“Sweetheart?” he prompted, his tone more intimate.
“I felt bad about last night.” She made her decision in a rush.
“The job?”
She shook her head. “The … other.”
“Oh.”
She grasped her purse with both hands. “I was thinking, maybe we could.” She glanced around, moistening her dry lips. “Make up for lost time.”
He blinked at her.
She forced herself to boldly keep his gaze.
“You’re not seriously suggesting we make love here?”
“The Oak Castle.” She named the hotel across the street.
He glanced at his watch.
“Should I have made an appointment?” she asked tightly.
“Gage and Trent are due in ten minutes.”
“Cancel.”
“Elizabeth.” He held up his palms.
“It’s time, Reed.”
“It’ll wait until tonight.”
“But we should have done it last night.” The words were out before she could think about how they sounded.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his gaze going hard. “We should have.”
She stood then, feeling supremely stupid for having dug out her black lingerie for a workaholic husband. She didn’t know why she had expected today to be any different from other days. Reed was a busy man. He fit her in when he could fit her in, and she’d best not ask for more than that.
He immediately stood with her.
“Goodbye then,” she offered, turning for the door, struggling to cope with the hurt of his rejection.
But before she could take a step, an unruly little voice urged her to show him what he’d missed. She fought it for a moment, but then decided to get the last word.
Popping the four buttons on her dress, she turned back and jerked it open.
Reed’s eyes went wide and he sucked in an involuntary breath.
“Enjoy your meeting,” she told him, redoing the buttons, flouncing out of the office and closing the door before he found his voice.
On impulse, she stopped at Devon’s desk. “What was the job?” she asked.
Devon looked confused.
“The woman Reed was interviewing. What was the job?”
“Oh.” Devon paused. “Accounting.” “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Elizabeth marched