The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 9
Alessandro looked at his wife’s bent head of glossy hair as she ignored him and filled out a form on her desk. While he wasn’t in the least happy by her behavior, he admitted he was intrigued by this new side to Mackenna. She’d always been feisty and strong-willed, but he had always been able to coerce her to do as he wanted.
He enjoyed the challenge she was presenting to him and as he watched her tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear before turning over the papers and moving to enter information into a computer on her desk, he admitted her pull on him was still extraordinarily strong. He was going to enjoy bringing his wife back home.
“Fine, we’ll discuss it later over dinner. For now, I will let you do your job.”
d promised her. “I’m not having dinner with you. Sit down and fill in the information on all three of those pages,” she didn’t look at him as
.” She lifted the receiver and dialed the nu
missing me already?”
don’t miss you at all. I’m going to wring that thick neck of
’s thick though.”
t quit it, I’m going to come down there and murder you and splay you out on your own damn operating table as an example to the damn team. You did the surgery on Mr. Meyer Sunday in the early morning correct?”
re you okay?”
you’ll quit it. I have enough to do without double-checking your work.”
was using before. “I can redo it myself.”
ning one.” He spoke quietly. “Are you really angry with me over this?”
le to stay mad at him as she fixed the codes on the screen.
hopefully and was rewarded with a quie
essandro. “I’ll need your insurance cards.”
u having an affair with Doctor Portman?”
so I can get this started.”
he door.
ight of the man sitting in the seats in Mac’s office. Her mouth hung open as she stared blatantly.
her breath at it. “Tabitha, pick your jaw up off the floor. He’s just a man. He puts his pants on the same way you do, one leg after the other.” She saw the woman blink rapidly and turn to look at her as if she hadn’t heard a syllable she’d uttered. Good grief. “Just transfer the call to me. I assume it’s Sigmund?”
out of the office.
as tormenting her assistant and she didn’t have time for it.
her rude comment and picked up the buzzing phone line. “Sigmund, why must you torment me so?”
er end of the phone. She rolled her eyes when after three or four minutes he suggested they meet for dinner to discuss the billing. “Sigmund, I don’t think we need to have a meal together to get this sorted out. I tell you what, how about get your supervisor Myriam on the l
every man you deal with invite you out dinne
on from the bane of her existence.
nah poked her head into the office and stared at her from behind A
hot her a wa
et out of it. “Half the trauma team is out with the flu so nobody can cove
d, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”
ply spent a week in quarantine from measles and ten days in intensive care from meningitis. I don’t want influenza. Knowing you, it’s probably some seventeenth century strand of flu and I’ll end up losing my spleen or something.” She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair aware Alessandro was listening to every word. She stuck
her and stuck her tongue at him and then made a rude gesture with her finger too and Mackenna grinned at her. Sometimes being childish felt good.
eekbones, golden eyes, and jet-black hair. She looked to Mackenna with serious eyes. “You should call Derrick. I think I’d feel better knowing he was making you pasta than you home alone unguarded. I don’t know if it’s safe.”
pun to look between them.
back at her rather than question Mackenna’s last comment.
see you later.” She stood up and moved to the door and pushed her best friend ou
ackenna returned her stare.
chin in Alessandro’s direction.
fingers from the door. “Go back to work, Savannah.”
t them down. She quietly began entering the information into the computer.
Alessandro asked.
ed at the absurdity of it all. “That woman,” she used the same intonation he did mockingly, “is a trauma unit doctor and a damn good one. She is also my best friend. Don’t be so condescending.”
the crude language I’ve been hearing has come from? She’
, but so are you,” Mackenna hated the way her stomach curdled just typing Dulce’s name into her system. She took a breath and then when she had everything entered, she printed documents on her printer and stood up to get them. “Did Doctor Portman tell you how long Dulce will be staying?”
f the catwalk.”
?”
o form a solid opinion. He had to put a pin in her thigh.” Alessandro shook his head sadly. “The poor girl is devastated.”
but she found she had no sympathy for her either. The sound of the woman’s hauntingly lyrical voice telling her how much she’d enjoyed making love to Alessandro
on’t need to read them.” H
hem into an envelope after she signed them.
ore hanging up.
t like it. It sounded too masculine in comparison to the woman sh
started it and it
e credit card she’d asked him for without even glancing at him.
, I did it by myself.” She knew she was at the end of her rope. Thirty minutes with Alessandro in her office was obviously her limit as her body suddenly felt like it was sleep-deprived and aching and her h
meant nothing to you, so I stopped considering myself your wife.”
asked quietly.
”
e an eruption. She wished it felt more cathartic than it did.
in. “You saw Dulce kiss me.”