Married To The Jeon

CHAPTER 40:-

"It's late. Bed." He gives my behind a playful slap.

"Ah! I should clean up in here." There is hair all over the floor. Jungkook frowns, as if the thought would never have occurred to him. "Okay, I'll get the broom," he says wryly. "I don't want you embarrassing the staff with your lack of appropriate attire."

"Do you know where the broom is?" I ask innocently. This stops Jungkook in his tracks. "Um . . . no."

I laugh. "I'll go."

I climb into bed and wait for Jungkook to join me, I reflect on how differently this day could have ended. I was so mad at him earlier, and he with me. How am I going to deal with this running-a-company nonsense? I have no desire to run my own company. I am not him. I need to head this off at the pass. Perhaps I should have a safe word for when he's being overbearing and domineering . . . for when he's being an arse. I giggle. Perhaps the safe word should be arse. I find the thought very appealing.

"What?" he says as he climbs into bed beside me wearing only his pajama pants.

"Nothing. Just an idea."

"What idea?" he asks, stretching out beside me.

Here goes nothing. "Jungkook, I don't think I want to run a company."

He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at me. "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's not something that has ever appealed to me."

"You're more than capable, Lalisa."

"I like to read books, Jungkook. Running a company will take me away from that."

"You could be the creative head."

I frown.

"You see," he continues, "running a successful company is all about embracing the talent of the individuals you have at your disposal. If that's where your talents and your interests lie, then you structure the company to enable that."

What?

"Don't dismiss it out of hand, Lalisa. You're a very capable woman. I think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it."

Whoa? How can he possibly know that I'd be any good at this?

"I'm also worried it will take up too much of my time."

Jungkook frowns.

"Time I could devote to you." I deploy my secret weapon. His gaze darkens. "I know what you're doing," he murmurs, amused.

Damn it!

"What?" I feign innocence.

"You're trying to distract me from the issue at hand. You always do that. Just don't dismiss the idea, Lisa. Think about it. That's all I ask."

He leans down and kisses me chastely, then skims his thumb down my cheek. This argument is going to run and run. I smile up at him - and something he said earlier today pops unbidden into my mind.

"Can I ask you something?" My voice is soft, tentative.

"Of course."

"Earlier today you said if I was angry with you, I should take it out on you in bed. What did you mean?"

He stills. "What did you think I meant?"

Holy shit . . . I should just say it. "That you wanted me to tie you up."