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I look up at her eyes, and she’s smiling at me. “You fill me up, Ian. You feel so good inside.”

I watch her eyes close as I hit her clit with my thumb. “Open your eyes, Mia. Let me see you.”

She opens her eyes and I can see the climax as it takes over her body and I can’t hold back anymore as I shoot everything I have into her; slamming my hips up into hers. I have to hold her still as I jump over that cliff after her.

Chapter 33

Mia

Last night, Ian drew me a bath in what any normal person would call a swimming pool, but to him, it’s called a bathtub. He threw some bath salts in the water that helped soothe my aching muscles, and he even lit some scented candles. It was magical. But the most magical part was when he climbed in with me.

This morning, before my game, Ian told me he has to leave for New York tomorrow morning to sign the deal with Sutherland Park Manufacturing. Part of me is sad because he just got home and now, he has to leave again and the other part of me is worried that once that deal is closed, whatever is happening between us will end. That was part of the deal; to be his fake fiancé until the deal was done. As of tomorrow, will all of this be over?

The more I think about how I’m feeling about Ian, the more scared I become. I know I have abandonment issues; years of television therapy has taught me that. But this is the first time in my entire life where I think I may actually be in love with someone. This feeling is nothing like what I had for James all those years. Nothing. Not even close.

What if Ian doesn’t really like me and he’s just saying all these things just to make sure I follow through with our arrangement? He’s got more money than anyone. Why would he want to be with a foster kid from Knoxville when he could literally have anyone in the world? He could buy the perfect woman; hell, he bought me.

But my rational side pops her head out and tells me that if he wasn’t feeling the way he says he is, then he wouldn’t be spending time with me every chance he can get; telling me things; kissing and holding me the way he does. I wish that side of me had a bigger voice than my insecure voice does.

It was nice to see Kate all smiles at the game this morning. She even brought her boyfriend, Hudson, with her. He was wearing a pink shirt that said, ‘Bad News Babe Boyfriend’. I swear he was the loudest one in the stands cheering us on. It didn’t help, though. We still lost, but we had a good time and, in the end, that’s all that matters. Maybe next week we’ll have better luck when we play the Stuart Stingrays. Maybe.

Ian is working in his office at the country club and couldn’t come to the game because he had some work stuff he had to finish in order to close the Sutherland deal tomorrow, but promised to be at next week’s game. We agreed to meet at the fundraiser at Hoopla’s later this afternoon. If I’m honest, I’m kind of jealous of Kate and her boyfriend.

If Ian and I keep dating after this deal closes tomorrow, and I’m really hoping we do, how much time am I really going to get from him? Like this weekend, he got home last night, is working all day today, and is jetting off again tomorrow morning. Would we even be able to have a real relationship with his schedule the way it is? Would the relationship only live on the phone and through text messages? Would I end up being resentful because I’ll be alone a lot of the time? Would we eventually becomestrangers and drift apart? These are all questions I need to work out in my head if we want to keep dating.

If.

“Ready to go?” Laura asks as I exit the empty house after showering and changing from this morning’s game.

“Yep.” I notice the look on Laura’s face, and she doesn’t look happy. “Are you okay?”

She straightens up, “Yes. Why?”

Over the last few days, I’ve spent a lot of time having Laura by my side and in that time, I’ve learned she prefers me to be here at the house or inside my shop. She looked like a nervous wreck when I went to Palm Beach Bridal the other day. Today, she looks even worse.

“Laura, you looked stressed. Is there something I should know about?”

She shakes her head. “No, ma’am, but I’m not a big fan of open areas and where we’re going to is wide open. Please carry this panic button,” she hands me what looks like a key fob for a car, “and if I tell you to do something, please don’t hesitate… just do it. Okay?”

I take the key fob from her and put it in my front pocket. “Would you feel more comfortable if I skipped the fundraiser?”

She ushers me into the back of the SUV. “Yes, but that’s not an option.” She smiles at me, trying to make light of the situation. “You want to go to this function. It’s my job to make that happen. Just, please, use the button if you feel anything out of the ordinary. We’ve got a team at the site, and they’ll be watching you and listening for the alert if you push that button. Deal?”

“Deal.” I assure her.

“Thank you.” Laura looks a bit more relieved, but not completely at ease.

Would this security business also be part of my life with Ian?

I’m not sure I’d want that.

Apparently, word got out that Ian and I might be at the fundraiser and a lot of press have shown up. There are cameras everywhere at the entrance to the parking lot. We get through all of them as security isn’t letting any of them into the actual event. Thankfully. This should be about Kate and her bagel shop and not about us.

“Hey there, stranger.” Sawyer says as he approaches me with a giant smile as he pulls me into a hug.

“Hi yourself. Have you seen Ian, yet? Is he here?” I hug him back but looking around to see if I see Ian.

“Nope. Not yet.” He leads me by the elbow farther into the event. “Let’s go over here.”

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