Bonus Chapter

Sinclair

"I am going to pretend I didn't hear that," her voice was soft yet there was an edge to it.

His body tensed, surprised by her ambush. Slowly, he turned to gaze at his wife. Not expecting her behind him while he talked to their head of security. One hand on her hip, she was tapping her foot on the carpeted flooring. Her gaze threw daggers at him.

If looks could maim...

Rick, the head to her detail, coughed to hide his chuckle. Having witnessed this scene numerous times, he was not surprised anymore that his bad-ass employer was afraid of his petite wife. The only one who could make him quake in his boots.

"Do." Viscount Redington uttered and dismissed him. She arched her brow.

Amused at his defensive reaction, she reigned it in. Consternation filled his handsome features. She kept her expression bland though. It was always good to keep him on his toes. Or on his knees.

"Sweetheart," he pushed closer to her until he could wrap her ample waist with one arm, while the other