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He holds his hand up like he’s stopping me from saying something I’ll regret.
“We can argue back and forth all night long, but I know without a doubt where you’ll be at this time tomorrow.
“In my bed… underneath me… screaming in pleasure.”
Fuck. Me.
“Promise?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Ithink Christmas is coming early for you.” Grace says as she sits down at the foot of my bed and watches me with wide eyes.
Thankfully, dinner came to a quick end and Jayson and Stetson left early. After my run in with him on the upper deck, and the craziness of our conversation, we had avoided each other like the plague. I was just praying for the night to be over so I could hide in my room and analyze the hell out of everything like any sane woman would do.
He hadn’t tried to say anything else in private to me, or get me alone for that matter, which was also interesting. And to be honest, I didn’t know what to make of it.
What was this mysterious clause he kept referring to?
This I want to know first. Because I have a lot of theories I came up with at dinner tonight. My number one being there must be something wrong with the family jewels. It’s the only idea that makes sense—that and some weird sex fetishes.
I don’t get to immediately start my obsessive thoughts because Grace follows me in my room, and I spill the beans before I even get comfortable in bed. I tell her that he invited me on his yacht. I intentionally leave out the clause agreementhe mentioned because that’ll instantly turn Grace off. For the moment, I want her on my side… until I decide what I’m going to do and honestly, if he’s even serious.
But who knows?
Wouldn’t he have connected with me before he left? Found a way to communicate something?
“Oh God! Why do you look like that again?” Grace mutters under her breath.
I stop frowning.
“I’m just wondering how he’s going to get in touch when he didn’t ask for my number.” I say, not really panicked, okay who am I kidding, I’m both freaked out but also hoping he follows through and actually reaches out. I’m a mess. A holiday mess.
“He has Devon’s number,” Grace rolls her eyes. “Stop worrying. He’s obsessed with you. I watched him stare at you all night.”
“He did?” I wish I didn’t sound so needy but who doesn’t want a gorgeous man salivating?
“Yes,” she huffs. “So stop. Enjoy it. Have wet dreams and we’ll reconvene to talk about what you’re going to wear tomorrow night on your way to get laid because there is no world where you are not going.”
“We’ll see,” I reply even though I do want to go, unless of course the clause is some weird fetish that I’ll have to say no to. But I can’t imagine it would be.
“There’s no,I’m gonna see, shit,” Grace says. “You’re not just going to see tomorrow night; you’re going to come. Night, Charlie. Goddamn he’s a hot one.”
She shuts the door without missing a beat and I bust out in laughter.
Heisa hot one. Aghhh! It really is a damn Christmas miracle. I swear this is the moment I suddenly believe in Santa again.
He’s sexy.
Single.
And has a clause… let me just remind you, Charlie, in case you forgot that small bit of information.
I hop out of bed and walk into the bathroom and get ready to sleep—if I’ll get any tonight. I’m fast and am ready to obsess about Stetson in bed. I turn on the reading light and throw the decorative pillows off the bed. Once I pull back the duvet and sheets, I’m more than surprised to see a long white envelope with my name perfectly written in black ink. Where the hell did it come from?
He came down to my room? This is the first thought in my head… how did he get this letter here, under my sheets? When did he just walk into my room? I know it could have happened, but I just can’t remember seeing him disappear for so long. And even though I did my best to ignore him I couldn’t. I always knew where he was or who he was talking to, so how could he have possibly had the time? Or maybe he paid someone else to do it?
Do you want to obsess about that now Charlie? Or do you want to read the clause?
