The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 41

Isabelle worried her lip with her teeth when the client replied right away, asking that she stop working on the design. Did he no longer want it? Or did he want to put an end to their partnership?

Or maybe he did not appreciate her asking for an extension. Some clients were very strict about deadlines and could cancel an entire project if they were delayed even a little.

Considering that, she sent him another email, hoping he changed his mind. In the second email, she told him that she would do her best to finish it in time.

Even if she had to give up sleep, she was going to get it done.

She didn’t want to lose such a client–the chances of finding another one who could pay anything close to fifty thousand dollars for a single design were pretty low. Besides the money, she was keen on building a good reputation. Good feedback from clients was very crucial for her career. If she became known for tardiness, it would become hard to get new clients.

She also really liked the client–he was easy to work with, and she was having fun designing jewellery for him. Some clients could be difficult, demanding, and downright rude, making the experience unpleasant. Especially those who were paying a lot of money for a design. It made them feel like it gave them the right to treat the designer like their minion or something. But this one, even with the huge sums he was paying, wasn’t problematic at all.

As she waited for his reply, she placed her phone on her bed and came to her feet. She ended up at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled from the action that had happened on the sofa. But her hair was not the most glaring evidence of what had transpired between her and Jacob.

Her lips were pink and looked a little swollen, there was a range of marks on her neck, and her nipples made visible bumps on her blouse. Her face flamed as she recalled how he had cupped her breasts in his large manly hands. It had felt so, so good…

She shook her head. That was not the right train of thought to entertain when she was trying to ignore the ache between her legs that refused to go away.

Not when she was trying to not give in to her body’s desire and welcome whatever temptation he threw her way. It was a good thing he hadn’t come after her when she ran away. If he had, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to resist him a second time.

While she was fighting the urges that Jacob had awakened in her body, the man was still sitting in the living room, recovering–without much success–from the passion she had stoked in him.

He received her email where she said that she could still finish the design on time and smiled. She must really want to go on with the work, he thought. If she wanted to keep the job that badly, he couldn’t say no.

The only reason he had asked her to stop working on it was because he had hoped to get away the distraction that had apparently drawn her from his arms. But he knew that if he withdrew the request, it would probably cause more distraction as she started looking for ways to earn some extra money. He didn’t want her to stress out about that–or start entertaining ideas like participating in drug trials.

Replying, he told her to not worry, and that there was enough time to work on the design.

Her reply came a short while later, thanking him and telling him that she would work hard to deliver it on time.

He sighed, leaning back into the sofa and placing his phone aside. “This woman,” he muttered, staring at the ceiling. She was driving him crazy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

If only she knew the kind of effect she had on him…