Page 19 of His Wild Seduction

I waited for her to blink those rust colored lashes of hers, holding my breath until her green irises flashed at me.

Meredith’s gaze flicked around the room as she tried to calm herself. I allowed her the time she needed, exhaling when she settled her gaze on me once again.

I guess you could say I wanted her attention.

“I suppose I should thank you,” she said, her voice hoarse.

“We’ve got a lot to discuss, Little Red, but I’m not sure thanks are necessary.”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, but I ignored her.

“Here,” I said, handing her a cup of ice water with a paper straw.

She frowned and removed the offending thing, choosing instead to drink directly from the cup.

Same as me.

I fucking hated paper straws. What was the point of them? The cup was still plastic, for fuck’s sake. And it tasted like you were drinking through cardboard.

“Discuss? Like what?” she asked, interrupting my wayward thoughts.

“Like our wedding.”

“What?” she gasped, choking on her second sip of water.

“Shit. Here,” I said, handing her a napkin.

“Your stepfather’s dying wish was for you to save his company. I’m offering you the chance to do that.”

I stood in front of the bed, breathing in her cocoa butter fragrance and trying not to fucking drool at the sight of her plump, pink lips parted as she tried to come up with an answer.

She was in a hospital bed, wearing a scratchy green gown. But she was still so fucking beautiful.

“So, what you're saying is I'm supposed to what? Marry you to save the company?” Meredith asked me.

“You said it,” I agreed.

“And then what?”

“Then what what?”

“I marry you, and then what?” Meredith asked, pursing her pretty pink lips.

The seemingly innocent action sent lightning bolts of lust right to my cock, and it was all I could do to remain passive.

“The what is this. You marry me, then I don't fucking sell your company off piece by piece, making thousands of your employees jobless.”

What the fuck did she need? A manual on how to be married to me?

Note to self: Find out if there is a guidebook on how to be married.

“Do I have to live with you?” she asked, eyebrows disappearing into her hairline.

I barely refrained from crossing my arms over my chest and settled on simply cocking my head to the side.

Meredith stirred.

She hated it when people looked at her like that. Like she was being obtuse.

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