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His arms went under her legs and he picked her up. “Then I’ll have to show you.”
She threw her head back and laughed. Finally. Bart Morgan was hers. She pointed to the bedroom off the side behind the TV wall. “Oh. I thought you were in a rush. This is much better.”
He pushed open her door while he said, “The rest of the world is probably just waking up.”
He deposited her on her bed.
Bart kissed her and helped her out of her robe. She needed him. First she’d show him physically that they were a match and then she’d prove that love blossomed, no matter what side of the tracks you were born on.
Chapter 8
Rebecca checked her phone the moment she returned to her bedroom after her second shower.
Bart was already dressed and looked like a million dollars in his gray pants and button-down white shirt.
She leaned against the bathroom doorframe and just stared at him. He had the muscular physique of a boxer, and the grace of a karate star, but somehow he didn’t work with his body. Instead, Bart worked a boardroom and his opinion had more weight than politicians when it came to changing the world. After last night, she’d actually read that article she’d found which gave her some details about his life.
And somehow he was in her bed. Her body still ached from the activity and her heart sang songs of love. Not that she’d tell him that. Not yet.
Her phonedingedand Bart glanced at her. She stepped out of the frame, picked it up and read her friend’s message. She put her phone back on the charger and turned toward him. “Melissa can meet for coffee.”
He stood from the bed he’d been sitting on and untied her robe again. “Good.”
If they were meeting her best friend in less than an hour, they needed to go. She took her robe ties and walked out of his arms, picking up the outfit she’d chosen earlier. “She’s excited that I’m bringing my boyfriend to meet my friends.”
He didn’t move. “Boyfriend?”
Her face was hot. She didn’t take most men home. Bart was special. She nodded and then turned to slip on her underwear and bra.
Once she was half-dressed, Bart traced her backside, and squeezed her fleshy parts. She turned around and he asked, “Is… Just so we’re clear, you want to be exclusive?”
Her heart sped like she was in a race. She held her breath as she met his brown eyes. Was it too much, too soon? She nodded and pressed her hand against his muscular chest. “Yeah. I…care about you and want to see where this leads… without anyone else involved.”
He rested his forehead on hers and hugged her waist. “Okay. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school, so this should be interesting.”
His agreement was like making it to the finish line. The purr in her engine kicked into the next gear as she asked, “Interesting?”
He let her go and picked up his wallet and phone from the nightstand next to her bed. “Yes. We’ll apply for your passport today. I’ll have my staff handle it if you give them your information.”
Fair. She’d grab her birth certificate from her safe. “Okay. Whatever they need.”
He winked. “And for now, pack a bag of your essentials for when you move in.”
She froze, and heat drained from her face. “Wait, move in?”
He wrapped his arms around her and she de-thawed fast. “I’d expect my girlfriend to be with me.”
She didn’t let go. He wanted her. Her skin buzzed but her mind wrapped around one question. She took a breath and asked, “What about school?”
He shrugged. “Start and finish. You’re studying engineering… that’s your plan, no?”
A smile grew on her face--Rebecca hadn’t wanted to choose between school and love. She played with his collar and said, “No… yes. Okay, I just want to ensure my going back to school was part of the plan. I’ve been obsessed with clean energy for a while.”
“Good, then I might need to hire you in a few years.” He kissed her cheek. “We’ll figure that out. My family has been after me to buy a place in Miami anyhow so now we’re both motivated to find a place to live.”
By that he meant mansion like his brother? She’d never lived in a castle and never really pretended to be a princess as a girl. She hugged her waist. “My house is…”
“Fine, for your former life.” He opened the bedroom door. “But now we have to go.”
