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“So, Megan, Jameson has told us why he loves you. Tell us, what is it you love about him?”

Chapter 27

Megan

On the drive home from dinner, Jameson is quiet.

Pensive.

I know I did everything he asked of me tonight. I was polite and respectful with his family. I was honest when answering their questions.

And I sold them on our fake engagement, I’m pretty sure.

There’s no way, with the way we spoke about each other tonight and came across at dinner, that they can have any doubt that the world will believe our relationship is real.

There were moments when there was so much heat between us, it was downright uncomfortable. I was sure they could all feel it.

Fake engagement or not, we make a believable couple.

I’m shocked by how believable.

Maybe Jameson’s shocked, too?

Maybe he’s reeling, just a little, over what I said about him?

I know I am.

He’s the most awe-inspiring man I’ve ever met. I’m halfway certain he’s a secret superhero. When I look at him, I feel like he could save the world.

God. Where did that all come from?

From the place deep inside where your stubborn belief in fairy tales resides.

I’d panicked as Jameson’s siblings all stared at me in the wake of those words. But we want them to support this fake engagement, right? Well, I was damn convincing.

I’d listened to his reasons for loving me, and they were utterly convincing as well.

I just can’t decide if this means he’s really developing some kind of feelings for me or if he’s that good a liar.

I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing about me right now.

The whole ride home is hot with tension, the kind I feel sizzling on my skin every time he shifts next to me. And every time I recall our conversation right here on this seat, on the way to dinner. Spankings. Kinks. Domination. He broached such subjects so casually, and then brushed it off after he set me on fire.

Have I ever felt this kind of unspoken sexual tension around a man before?

Only him.

God, I’m a fool. For Jameson Vance, apparently.

I like him.

I really like him.

I mean, I told Cole I did. But even then I didn’t admit to myself how much.

Hearing him talk about me the way he did to his family… it was intoxicating. It would be way too easy to get drunk on his charms. Not just his looks and his style and his money, but the generous gifts, the thoughtful gestures, the warm words.

And the subtle implications of the scorching hot sex life we might have, sometime in the future.

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