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CHRISTINA

Rimmington Banks lives in a castle, an actual castle. Of course he does. I don’t know what I expected, but certainly not this.

The driver opens the door to the limo, and we begin to file out—Evelyn and Jen leading the way. I slide across the seat to follow them but before I can exit, Rim grabs my wrist.

Shit. Things between us are even more awkward now.

“We need to talk,” he says as his fingers brush softly against my skin.

After the shower and the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me, I couldn’t even look at him. I couldn’t trust myself with these feelings that are forming, to not throw my heart at his expensive leather-clad feet in the hopes he wouldn’t stomp on it. Like an asshole, I left him there on his knees, soaking wet, blue-balled. I couldn’t look back. I knew if I did, I’d be done for.

He’s getting to me. He’s breaking my walls down, and I need them to stay in place if I plan to come out of this agreement unscathed and with my heart intact.

I look at him. His pleading eyes drink me in.

“Did I upset you on the jet? Is that why you left like you did?” He strokes the skin along my hand, and tingles follow in his wake. “I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

“Rim, I. . . I just…”Shit. What do I even say?I huff out a breath and tell him the truth, well, a partial truth. “I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. That’s the problem. You seem to do everything right. It was just a bit um, unexpected.”

He smiles, a real genuine smile. And I return it.

“Let’s forget what happened, okay? Just forget the jet, forget the shower. Come on, love, it's time to meet your in-laws.”

There's the problem. I will never forget the sight of him, his large body bringing me to an amazing climax. That, quite frankly, scares the shit out of me. In only a few days, this man has changed my entire life. He can't understand the number all of this is doing on me.

I step out of the car and crane my head up, up, up, taking in the enormity of the castle in front of me.

“Jesus, this thing is huge.” I place my hand above my eyes to shield them from the sun.

“That’s what she said.”

I turn to Rim, and he smiles devilishly, looking up at the castle.

I can’t help but laugh, and he laughs with me. The moment shakes off the last bits of awkwardness between us. His fingers lace with mine as we ascend the stairs. We pass where Evelyn and Jen wait, and a butler opens the door.

“Lord Banks,” the gray-haired man greets us as we pass by him and enter Rim’s home.

Holy crap.

I take in the enormity of the space—marble floors dressed with jewel red carpets, huge ceilings, and a grand staircase guarded by lion statues.

“Uh, Rim.”

“Yes, love?”

“So, you’re kind of loaded, huh?” I turn to look at him.

His lip twitches up, trying to bite back a smile. “Kind of.”

“Please tell me you have a brother,” Jen says as she looks around, taking in the opulence.

We all laugh.

“Rimmington. Welcome back home.”

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