She didn''t bother saying anything else she just ordered a few more desserts and, when the delivery arrived, handed everything over to ra.


    "Take these back to Mr. Dn. This bakery doesn''t even sell to the public-I''m friends with the owner. She only agreed to send them because she knows my address. She bakes for fun, that''s it."


    ra''s eyes lit up as she took in the pretty, perfectly packaged sweets. "Thank you."


    She grabbed the treats, headed for her car, then paused and turned back. "If you hear anything about those two, let me know, okay?"


    Kaitlyn just waved her off.


    Once ra was gone, Kaitlyn finally looked over her shoulder-someone had been quietly sitting there the whole time.


    "Jackson, what''s got you in such a good mood today?"


    Jackson stood, ying innocent. "Kaitlyn. What a coincidence."


    She almost rolled her eyes. Coincidence, right. This was her studio-he definitely hadn''t just wandered in by ident.


    Kaitlyn stood up and made straight for her private office. Jackson followed close behind.


    Her face went cold. She tried to shut the door, but he slid his hand in to block it, like he was daring her to hurt him.


    She let it go and nced around at her team.


    Everyone suddenly looked very focused on their screens, pretending not to notice a thing.


    She took a step back, not even trying to hide her impatience. "Whatever you need to say, say it here."


    It had been almost a month since she''d dragged him to meet the husband she''d conveniently lined up. She''d honestly thought that would be the end of it, but here he was, showing up at her work like he had unfinished business.<fn89ae> The source of th?s content is f?ndnovel</fn89ae>


    Jackson looked around. Her employees were all pretending to work, but everyone was obviously listening in.


    He grinned. "You sure you want to talk here? What if someone overhears? Won''t your darling husband get upset?"


    So, it really was about the two of them.


    Kaitlyn stepped back and, once he was inside, shut the office door. "I have a meeting in ten minutes, Jackson. Whatever you have to say, get to the point."


    Jackson watched her sit down. She was wearing a sleek, fitted suit today-her waist looked especially slim, and he definitely noticed. He smiled a little, then moved around to stand behind her.


    Kaitlyn didn''t miss a beat. She spun her chair to face him head-on.


    "What do you want?"


    Before she could react, Jackson put his hands on either side of the chair, boxing her in.


    "Kaitlyn, I''ve never met anyone so ruthless. We literally slept together. Isn''t it a bit much to just act like we''re strangers now?"


    She leaned back, trying to put space between them, but the office was small and there wasn''t anywhere to go.


    She''d thought once he knew she was married, he''d finally give up. Clearly, she''d underestimated his stubbornness.


    Without hesitating, she grabbed a card from her desk and tossed it at him. "There''s two million on that card. Is that enough for you?"


    Jackson stared at her, his face darkening. "What''s that supposed to mean?"


    "I''m buying out whatever was between us. Even Manhattan''s top gigolo doesn''t get paid that much. I think I''m being generous, Jackson."


    No guy would take that kind of humiliation lying down.


    Jackson leaned in, his face close to hers.


    Honestly, that mouth of hers was always asking for trouble.


    He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her-hard.


    Kaitlyn was caught off guard. She tried to pull away, but she was trapped. She bit down on his lip, sharp and hard.


    Jackson''s hand went to her throat-not squeezing, just holding her in ce. He pinned her legs with his knee, deepening the kiss.


    Her cheeks burned. She raised her hand to p him, but he pulled back at thest second. Her lips were even redder now, thanks to him.


    She red at him, breathless. "You''re unbelievable."