Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 7

He agreed without a second's hesitation. No dithering, no second-guessing.

With my arms looped around his neck and a playful smile on my lips, I looked into his eyes, shimmering with amusement. "Ten percent, you sure you're okay with that?"

His clear and serene eyes met mine. "It's for you, my wife, not for someone else."

At that moment, I had to admit that money was a powerful way to show loyalty. The tension I had been holding in all afternoon found its release.

As if trying to prove a point, I teased, "What about Margaret, though? Would you give it to her?"

He paused briefly before giving a firm answer, "No."

"Really?" I doubted it.

"Uh huh, all I can offer her is that position." Bryant pulled me into his embrace, his voice cold and steady, "The share transfer agreement, I'll have Kevin send it to you this afternoon. From now on, you're one of the bosses at Ferguson Group. Everyone else works for you."

"What about you?" I asked, my mood significantly lifted, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Are you working for me, too?" I joked.

"Of course." Bryant chuckled, ruffling my hair before he leaned in to whisper, "I'm at your service, in and out of bed."

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My face flushed with heat, and I shot him a glare.

That was just like him, all serious and dignified on the surface, but now and then, he'd drop a line that could make anyone blush.

Seeing my mood shift from cloudy to sunny, he glanced at his watch. "I need to head up for a meeting. Today's Thanksgiving. We should head back to the Ferguson Mansion tonight for dinner with Grandpa. I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"Got it." I wouldn't dream of refusing, my mind ticking away. I made a decision. "Honey, I've got a surprise for you tonight."