Page 78 of One Wealthy Wedding

“You’re dreaming.”

“I was talking to Jonah’s sister earlier,” I say conversationally. “She and her wife do our PR.” My smile grows at Cat’s pinched expression. “And Evelyn is a model friend of Grant’s. I’ve never slept with her.”

“Well,” she says primly. “I didn’t know that.”

I laugh, and she glares.

“Just show me the list, Cat.”

She shakes her head. “No. We said we wouldn’t sleep together, and that hasn’t changed.”

“That’s what’s on it?” My pulse speeds. Cat was going to do that with someone else.

“Not just that,” she retorts. “Give me some credit.”

“What else?” I ask.

She shuts her eyes and tips her head back on the arm of the couch. “Fine. Buy myself nice lingerie is the first item.”

“You don’t want it bought for you.”

“Then I can get whatever I want.” Her face is pink, but her chin is lifted.

I dig in my pocket for the little slip of paper that I’ve kept in my nightstand since it ripped in my hand. I pass it to her, and Cat sucks in a breath.

“You saved it.”

“Saved it? I’ve obsessed over it. What do you think I’m doing in my bedroom every morning?”

Her cheeks flush to a darker pink. “Plotting how to finally let Satan into the mortal realm?” she says.

I bark a laugh, and warmth fills me. Cat might have planned to sleep with someone else, but she only does this with me.

“Stop avoiding the question. What else is on the list?”

“Use your imagination,” she retorts.

I spear her with a look. “I am,” I say. “That’s the problem. My imagination doesn’t need any more fuel.”

She huffs. “Fine. Have a one-night stand.”

I freeze. “I assume you crossed that one off.”

“I haven’t crossed any of them off.”

Something that feels uncomfortably like relief floods me. “Why not?”

“What do you mean why not? Not all of us think about sex fourteen hours a day.”

I cock my head. “More like sixteen. Except Thursdays. Too many meetings.”

Cat rolls her eyes. “I just couldn’t find the right guy. The list is stupid. Probably things you’ve done a million times. I’ve just never done them, and they seemed fun. Like something a really bold girl would do.”

“Bold?” My eyes lift to hers. I don’t know how bold a one-night stand is. Something fierce in her gaze makes me swallow the mocking words. This means something to her.

Suddenly, it’s imperative that I be the man to do this. Not some stranger.

“Let me do this with you, Cat.”

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