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She giggled but let me go entirely and pressed both of her hands to her heart. “I want to know how that feels. Whatever this is between us… is real.”
How that feels?I was lost, but I kissed her cheek and said, “We won’t know until we try.”
Her face went red. I was being too aggressive, and my heart raced. “Are you a virgin, Olivia?”
She closed her eyes like she needed to say a prayer, but then she shook her head. “No, not exactly, but I’ve never had… these feelings that are coursing through me, and I’m terrified of having my bubble burst on happily-ever-after right now.”
If she wanted me and nothing stood in our way except money, then waiting made no sense. “Why? I asked you to marry me.”
She trembled as she struggled with her words. “Because if this dream ends, no one will ever be able to replace you, and I’ll be… alone… forever. So I need a night to adjust.”
In some ways, Olivia was like a woman straight out of a fairy tale. I’d never met someone who was so honest. I had so many questions, but I needed a cold shower. I swallowed and headed toward my room. “Tomorrow, then.”
Hopefully the cold water would cool me off and stop me from pushing Olivia too far too fast. She seemed different from every other woman I’d ever met, but I wasn’t sure if maybe she and her sisters had mastered the art of trapping rich men, as many pretty girls hoped to do.
But even if that was true, Bradley liked her, so it was enough for me to see it through and marry her.
Chapter Seven
Olivia
Birds chirped,and the previous night’s storm was a distant memory. I hadn’t slept well, but watching the sun rise over a garden in a place that might really be my home both terrified me and soothed me.
I’d heard Johnny the previous night jacking off to my name in his room. He had no idea I’d sat on my bed and ached for his touch. My own fingers hadn’t been pressed against me with strong grips sexy enough to mimic what he might be doing.
Sure, I’d been tempted to throw open the door between us and find out what being his truly felt like.
It was the ring on my hand that meant suddenly our commitment was forever. I’d stayed where I was because I needed to be sure.
I’d gone from short-term nanny to engaged in a few hours. And jealousy had rushed in my veins so powerfully that I’d seen red, though no one would ever know that. That was the cold truth. I needed to wrap my head around facts and stop fantasizing that I would live happily ever after like my older sisters, who all loved their husbands. I had never been that lucky.
As I stood, a knock came at the door. I grabbed the guest bathrobe and open the door a bit. Flo, the maid, bobbed a curtsey and handed me a bag.
I said, “Thank you,” but she disappeared before I even finished the words.
Later, we would work on being pleasant to the staff so that they wouldn’t be afraid, at least with Bradley.
I closed the door. The bag felt like it had clothes in it. I peeked inside and saw jeans and a small assortment of shirts, pants, a bra, underwear, and maybe a dress. I dumped them onto the bed and realized there were accessories too.
I sorted through the choices. Normally I would have grabbed the jeans, but going to the courthouse and shopping for a ring meant I could dress a little nicer. So I settled on a white shirt and a pink skirt and picked up a gold leaf-themed necklace-and-earring set.
Soon I stared at a sleek and glamourous version of me and nodded at myself in the mirror.
A second later, someone knocked at the door, and my heart raced. I wanted to see Johnny again and bounced to open the door, but it was Bradley.
A smile grew on my face. “Good morning.”
“You look pretty today, Miss… Olivia.”
“Thanks.” I headed out with him and said, “I’m glad you’re here, Bradley.”
I reached for my necklace, and the leaf felt strange. I’d expected my usual one.
As I headed down the stairs with him, I said, “Soon you’ll get used to me. And for now, I could use your help. You and your dad’s world is different from mine, and I’m a little nervous.”
“Because you were poor?”
Children had no filter. I knew it, but still, tension racked my body. I swallowed and said, “I got by on my own, but you shouldn’t judge people based on how much money they have.”
