Page 9 of My Fiancé's Brother

“Too hard.”

I scrambled up to a sitting position. “We need a softer bed.”

The salesperson beamed. “There is a memory foam mattress right over here.”

I lay down on the next bed.

“I don’t know. This one feels a bit too spongy.”

Jackson stood next to the bed. I patted the bed. With a look of resignation, he lay down beside me. “Yup.”

“How about this one over here,” the salesperson pointed at the next bed. “This is a nice pillow top.”

The bed felt soft. I sighed with comfort. I felt the bed move as Jackson lay down beside me. “What do you think?”

“Not bad.”

I smiled at the ceiling. “Do you think you could sleep on this bed?”

“Yep.”

Anticipating a sale, the hovering salesperson said, “Are you a side sleeper or do you prefer to sleep on your back?”

“I sleep on my side,” I said. The salesperson waited for Jackson to answer.

I turned my head. “And you?”

“My back.”

“I have the perfect pillows for you both.” The salesperson rushed away.

I studied Jackson’s profile. He had such strong features. My friends would go bananas over this man. I could hint that he was a serial killer and they would still be scrambling over each other to get to him.

“Here we are,” the salesperson handed me a pillow. “This is specially designed for the side sleeper.”

I tucked it under my head and rolled over on my side towards Jackson. The salesperson held out a pillow towards Jackson. “This is for the back sleeper.”

I held my breath, wondering if he’d swat the pillow away. With a sigh, he tucked it under his head.

The salesperson walked a discrete distance away.

I lay curled up on my side. Even clothed and in a public store, it was strangely intimate to be lying next to this man in a bed. I felt dwarfed by his presence. We were two opposite ends of a spectrum. Next to my petite frame, he was massive in size.

He glanced at me and our gazes locked.

I broke the silence. “Usually when I meet Matt’s friends, they bore me to death with their insights on their favorite wine,”

“What are you saying?” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Attempted murder and bed shopping is a lot more fun.”

His smile sucker punched me. My breath caught in my throat. No one had the right to be that attractive.

“Were you attacked before?”

His words shocked me. “Excuse me?”

“Right before you fainted, you said, not again.”

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