Page 10 of Forbidden Lord
He put his glass down and took hers to set beside his as he said, “You’re a good woman. I don’t deserve you.”
Her body ached for another kiss, hearing that he was interested in her. If she get ahold of herself though she’d lose her sense, so she nodded like she was all business. “That’s good to hear.”
He leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. This must be how the lords of old had created such a dynasty because no one had ever kissed or touched her like this. She didn’t want the moment to ever end.
Unfortunately someone knocked at the door. She sighed and the businesswoman she’d become as an adult took control of her body and mind as she stared at his full lips. “What was that for?”
“Coming attractions.” He winked and let her go.
She laughed. She hadn’t laughed in a while so the creases around her mouth were welcome. Perhaps with Matteo, as his wife, she would have friendship and chemistry. She couldn’t ask for more.
Chapter 4
Matteo’s gut seemed like a hollow pit and it wasn’t because of food.
Sheena’s father had sent up a small feast for the two of them that was first-rate.
But the sourness in his belly persisted and all because the image of Sheena with some mystery man was like a knife to the stomach.
Nothing could have prepared him for that primal reaction. He hadn’t imagined marrying Sheena, but the fact that some other man had touched what was now his, irritated him beyond measure.
However, he was a gentleman, a Count, and he’d never breathe another word about it. He would get his own ego in check. He walked with her to the door to let the lawyers in.
As soon as they signed the documents, Sheena would officially be his wife, so it was important to keep his apprehension to himself. If he ever met this mystery man… his hands went into fists at the idea. It was better not to finish the thought.
She stepped back and he opened the door, expecting to see two men with briefcases.
Hisalmostwife stood before him, her small dog in her square leather purse, wearing a knee-length blue pea coat. Dumbfounded, he asked, “Patrice?”
She unbuttoned the top button of her coat, though it wasn’t cold outside, so he had no idea why she wore it. She pouted at him and let one side fall to reveal a naked shoulder. Then, the hint of her bare breasts. “I came to apologize for what I did today.”
He stepped back and waved for Sheena to join him before Patrice unbuttoned anything else. “There is no need.”
Patrice stopped playing with the gold button on her jacket and tilted her head, studying his wife. “Sheena?”
“Hi, Patrice.” Sheena offered to shake her hand.
Patrice’s lips thinned and she clutched her coat tight to her chest as her face reddened. “What is she doing in your room so late, Matteo?”
Seriously? She’d left. Now Patrice wanted to return like she hadn’t ditched him at the wedding?
Sheena linked her arm with his and smiled brightly. “I married Matteo today. I thought you were off to Gaston?”
Patrice glared at Sheena like she was about to start a knife fight. “You? But you’re not a lady.”
“A lady doesn’t ditch her wedding and always keeps her word,” Sheena said like she was reading a rule book.
This wasn’t good. He’d only asked Patrice to marry him because she was there when the clock was running out.
“Either way, it’s done now. You have your Gaston.” Sheena continued to beam as if unaffected by his naked ex, the epitome of a perfect lady in control. “And I helped create the situation. So, as you suggested, I fixed it.”
Patrice’s nose turned up. The small dog barked. “You mean you helped yourself to a fortune and a title.”
Sheena had probably saved him from a life of disgrace—marriage to Patrice would have led down his father’s path. He held the door. “Goodbye, Patrice. We have our wedding night to get back to now.”
Her mouth opened.
Before Patrice could say anything else, he closed the door on her.
