The alcohol and heat hung thick in the bedroom for over an hour. Afterward, Julian didn't head for the bathroom like he usually did. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and said, "If you need help with anything at work, just tell me. Or I can get you a couple of professional managers to run the hotels for you."
"No thanks." This was my business, and I was going to run it myself, hands-on.
Julian sounded surprised. He turned me gently to face him. In the dim, warm lamplight, my eyes still held that dazed, post-intimacy glow, my cheeks flushed and soft. He stared at me for a long moment, then gave my waist a light squeeze. "You've suddenly become so ambitious. I have to admit, I'm surprised."
'I can do way better than this. Wait till I divorce him and take half his money.'
