Page 107 of The Secret

He jaw dropped open. “Wow, no wonder you’re freaked out. It is kind of romantic though. Think about what you’ll tell your grandchildren while you’re counting all your money.”

“Pay…” I whined.

She ignored me and continued her roll. “He’s going to get a shock though, he only knows you to live with as a nanny. Once he stops paying you… I mean, does he know what you’re like to live with really? Does he know how messy you are?” she grinned.

“I know you think you’re funny, but this is my point.”

She frowned. “Kit, do you want to be his girlfriend? Because the way you’re talking sounds like you don’t.”

It was a question I knew the answer to without hesitation.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

I stood up, dropping my towel as I did and picked my dress off the hanger. “I don’t want to move in by default because I already live here. I want it to be on equal terms. I’m always going to be the nanny if I stay here.”

“What are you saying?”

I stepped into my dress, zipping as much as I could. “I don’t know. It’s like he never stops to consider things, just takes what he wants and I feel like this is the same. I can’t think when he’s around, it’s like he fogs my brain with his beauty and I can’t say no.”

“Hot, rich man, asks you to be his girlfriend, asks you to move in with him. Yeah, sucks to be you.”

I pursed my lips. “Okay, why are you here?”

“To give you my unwavering support, and bring you shoes.” She passed me a pair of dark green satin Manolos, which fastened with a jeweled buckle.

“Thank you.” I hopped about on one foot as I tried to find the balance to put it on, followed by the other. “You can stay for the shoes but don’t worry about the support.”

“Great, I knew you’d see sense.”

I turned my back to her. “Do the rest of my zipper please.”

She obliged then spun me round by the shoulders, gasping as she got a proper look at me.

“Oh, Kit. You are so beautiful. No wonder he wants to whip you off the market.” She hugged me tight with a lot of care not to crush my dress or ruin my hair.

“Thank you.” I ran my hands down my dress, purposely snug against my curves and in a shade of peach which made my skin seem as golden as Murray’s.

“Enjoy yourself tonight, don’t stress about anything. You have loads of time to figure this out, and think of all the hot sex you’ll have while you do.”

I gave her a sly smile. “Yep.”

“You’re a lucky bitch, even if you are crazy. Good job I love you or I’d hate you.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

I smelled him before we opened the door, the heady, woody scent coating my synapses so they were more finely tuned to him than usual. I found him with his hand raised ready to knock, and my core clenched so tight it was like I’d been punched. He was standing there, my very own James Bond, in the sharpest custom tux fitting his body like a second skin, emphasizing the muscles I knew so well. He was the best-looking man I’d ever seen.

Maybe Iwascrazy. How could I not want to be with him twenty-four seven?

“Whoa, holy fuck,” Payton announced with absolutely no tact.

“My sentiments exactly,” replied Murray, whose eyes hadn’t left mine, the back of his hand brushing my cheek.

“Jesus, you two are sickeningly good looking.”

“I know we are.” Murray turned to her with the utmost seriousness before breaking into a wide, toothy grin which only added to his Hollywood looks.

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