A Booty Call?

Austyn’s eyes bore into hers. ‘Kira Hewitt, hundreds of candidates beat a path to the door of the M Group every month, hoping for an interview. You’re the first and the last person to get in without proper qualifications. Do you understand what that means?’ It meant she was special. She was his wife. He owned the company; what was his was hers. Austyn watched her, hoping she got the message. Kira’s heart was thumping wildly. She did hear him, but she was struggling to interpret the meaning of his words. Austyn stared into her wide-open, uncomprehending eyes. The woman could be so infuriatingly slow sometimes. Austyn lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips. ‘Ow!’ Kira felt the sharp nip on her bottom lip. She tried to push him away, but the man didn’t budge. ‘Do you understand?’ he asked again, his words indistinct between his teeth. Kira’s mouth was occupied. She nodded vigorously. Austyn pulled back. ‘Now that Item Number One is settled, on to Item Number Two—Kayleigh’s chequ