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“You don’t want to know.” The animal inside me wanted to pounce. I rubbed the back of my neck like that might somehow make me stop wanting to toss her onto the bed. “Let’s figure out how to get a contract you’re happy with.”
She returned to the bedroom and walked past me to peek inside my room. “Part of me hesitates because my sisters are all happy and in love.”
The hairs on my arms stood on end, but I opened the door wider so that she would see that we had practically the same room, though my blue bedspread was different from her white one. “Why did you bring that back up?”
The storm continued to beat against the glass.
She tilted her head and said, “Well, my sister Indigo married Jacob Donovan, and they must talk about contracts as they work together.”
Jacob Donovan was one of the richest and most feared men when it came to conglomerates like my parents owned. “Seriously?”
Then without a blink she came back to my side. “Yeah. And another sister, Ridley, married Carter Rockson.”
Now that was a name I’d heard all my life. My father had once thought the Rocksons his rivals. “The oil tycoon?”
She tapped her thighs and said, “Sounds like him. Thank you for getting me to stay. I shouldn’t have run from my...”
“Your what?”
“Nothing.”
I bounced on the balls of my feet as she passed me. Her pedigree shouldn’t matter, but I was partly disappointed. My parents must have been in shock when they found out about her. “No wonder my parents didn’t argue with me.”
“Argue? Why would they?”
I cupped her cheek and said, “I’m sure you outclass Britney in terms of connections they want. And I was hoping to never satisfy one of their plans for me.”
“She was beautiful,” she said, though it was Olivia’s lips that had my attention again. “And I’m not living with my sister or anything. They don’t pay my bills.”
If she wasn’t as poor as it seemed, then I wondered why she lived in that small place. My mind couldn’t quite make the connections. Maybe she was the black sheep or something, or maybe she and her sisters were the most successful gold diggers around, and they’d looked me up. It seemed as if I’d found the reason for her quick turnaround. “I didn’t know when I asked my son’s teacher to marry me that I’d be talking about my parents and not fucking you right now.”
She sucked on her bottom lip and asked, “Does that mean you want to call off the wedding?”
“No.” I had the urge to walk her backward to the bed and strip my shirt off her, but instead I said, “I think we need to schedule a trip to the courthouse.”
She didn’t object as I came closer. “You want to elope?”
“We can’t.”
“Why?”
I was glad she liked the idea. I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, “There is a waiting period, unless you want to hop on a plane and head to Vegas.”
She lowered her head like she didn’t want to kiss me, but she didn’t pull away either. “We can hold out for a few days, I think.”
I reached lower and cupped her ass. “The more we talk, the more I want you naked and under me.”
She removed my hand and held it in front of us. “Tomorrow, you want a contract negotiation, and I need to think about that.”
“Why?”
“Logic requires calculating, and besides, I’ll pack all my bags and head to the courthouse, which is already a lot on our plates.” She glanced down at my cock. He stood at attention. Then she met my gaze and said, “We need to slow down so that I can do all those things.”
A day felt too long to wait. It was clear that we had the same urges, but I cleared my mind and made a note to schedule everything. “My lawyers will have the contract for me to offer at ten. So we can register and be home to discuss it.”
She played with her necklace again and asked, “What’s the most important part you’ll stress about tomorrow?”
Perhaps she was religious, and that was why we weren’t enjoying each other. She’d made us say a prayer earlier. Her beliefs might be at odds with my goals, but I said anyhow, “That I want to bury myself deep between your thighs.”
