Page 82 of Charming Deception

“When I got out of the shower. While you were waiting for me in my office.”

“You knew I was here to say yes?”

I mean, I brought all my things with me, but still.

“I had some time to think about it. In the shower.”

“Well, that was… presumptuous.”

“Optimistic,” he corrects me.

I stare at him in a mild panic.

He stares back at me calmly, with that hot-as-hell commanding look in his eyes. The one that makes me want to lift my skirt.

In lieu of that, I start to move, climbing the stairs. I mean, I could at least go get my stuff, right? Then explain to him politely that there’s no ever-loving way I’m sleeping in his bed next to his glorious body and not licking him all over.

Does he seriously expect me to do that?

I follow him in silence to the second floor, where he gestures vaguely at a couple of doors we pass. “That’s an unused bedroom. And that’s another one. For kids, I guess.”

I smile nervously when he glances at me over his shoulder.

“This one’s ours.” He opens the grand double doors, and I follow him in.

A luxurious king bed in the middle of the room dominates the huge space, with a sitting area clustered around a fireplace off to the left side. Huge windows all along the back have layered drapes across them. It’s a lot like my room in the guest wing, just much bigger.

“It’s very nice.” I don’t even look at the bed, and I try not to think about how many gorgeous women he’s probably screwed on it. “I don’t see my bags.”

“They’re in the closet.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry your staff went to the trouble of bringing them up here. I can move them myself. I think it’s probably best if I stay in the guest wing, like I did before.”

Jameson stares at me.

Then he shuts the doors and says abruptly, “I’m no virgin, Megan. Are you telling me you are?”

“Uh… no.”

“It would make zero sense for my fiancée to sleep in the guest wing.”

“I mean, who would know?” I hedge nervously.

He studies me, maybe reading how tense I am. He seems very good at reading me, like I’m some smutty open book.

“This will go much more smoothly,” he says, “if my staff actually believes the engagement is real.”

I find myself looking at the neatly made bed. The corners of the covers are turned back. Both sides.

“I just didn’t think of it that way. This is a lot more than I thought I was signing on for.”

“What did you think?”

“I guess I didn’t really think about this part. When I pictured coming back here, I just pictured staying in the same room as before. And hanging out with you and Cole.”

“Cole is away for the next two weeks.”

“Right. But when he comes back.”

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