Marcus couldnât resist touching her gently.
Just then, Melissa blinked awake.
âWhat time is it?â she asked.
Grinning, Marcus replied, âAlmost eight.
â
Melissa shot up, thinking of the kids and Elsie.
âWhy didnât you wake me?â she demanded, reaching for her clothes.
But Marcus halted her.
âChill! Iâll whip up something for us.
â
Melissa opened her mouth but Marcus beat her to it.
âGot something to say about Jessie, right? Weâll talk later over our meal.
â
Melissa stared, baffled.
With a smirk, Marcus teased, âWhat? Do you want more? Sorry, canât perform miracles on an empty tank.
â
Fed up, Melissa hurled a pillow at him.
Seizing the chance, Marcus pulled her close.
Wrapping her in his arms, he ki*sed her deeply, and then whispered, âBe a good girl for me, alright?â
Melissa didnât put up a fight after that.
In high spirits, Marcus headed to the kitchen.
Before long, he announced to Melissa that food was served.
They sat down together at the table and dug in.
Mid-meal, Melissa geared up to bring up the Elsie situation.
But Marcus beat her to it.
âThis is our place and youâre the boss.
Thereâs no need to ask me for permission,â he said casually.
Marcus always had a knack for teasing Melissa.
He couldnât resist adding, âYou really donât have to seduce me and everything just to get me on board; not that I mind your approach though.
â
âCut it out, Marcus!â Melissa blurted out, her cheeks flushing.
With a gentle smile, Marcus pulled out an envelope Melissa had brought.
âGuess what? Albert came to me the other day!â
Men and their smoking habits during business talkâ¦
Marcus didnât light up, though; instead, he just twirled the cigarette.
âHeâs keen on teaming up,â Marcus continued.
Melissa was taken aback.
âMr.
Watson wants to partner with you?â
Given the Summit Ltd mess, Waston Group and Fowler Group had been at odds, there had been no business between them ever since, just fierce competition.
Now, they were talking cooperation?