Page 37 of Seduced By You

“You read that while I hang these dresses up.” I unzipped the first garment bag and hung the dress on the rail, glancing behind me as Kadon groaned.

“What?”

“This is… so regimented. Like tonight, we’re expected to attend a dinner so we can mingle and meet the other guests.” He rolled his eyes. “As if we’ll ever see any of these people again. After dinner, there’s a fireworks display. Then tomorrow, the men are going pheasant hunting.” He arched a brow. “Fucking barbaric sport, if you ask me. I won’t be shooting a single fucking bird. Maybe I’ll take aim at Benny instead.”

I laughed. “And what are the little women doing while the men are out beating chests and shooting innocent wildlife?”

“Ah. You get to enjoy a relaxing spa day and extol the virtues of the male species.”

“Sounds… like a nightmare.”

“Yep. Then tomorrow night, there’s the rehearsal dinner. And on Saturday, it’s the actual wedding, which, wait for it, runs from one o’clock to midnight.” He flopped back on the bed. “Kill me now.”

I picked up the second garment bag and unzipped it. “It’s at this point I’d like to remind you that this was your idea. If it were up to me, I’d be sunning myself on a beach in Barbados right about now.”

But if I’d done that, I wouldn’t have had everything I’ve ever known about kissing destroyed by a man that, two days ago, I’d never looked at with anything approaching romantic thoughts.

Kadon had turned me on, and now I couldn’t turn myself off.

My face heated. I moved away before he noticed my red cheeks and asked me why I looked as if I’d stuck my head in the oven.

“Well, we’re here now. We’ll have to find some way to amuse ourselves. Let me know if you think of any ideas.”

My stomach flipped as if I’d crested the Big Dipper. Ideas? Yeah, I had ideas. Too many.

And all of them filthy.

Chapter12

Kadon

If heaven was a person instead of a place,

I’d found mine.

I stoodin front of the full-length mirror fiddling with my cuff links while I listened to the sound of running water on the other side of the wall. My imagination was spinning out of control. A two-inch slab of wood, a.k.a. a door, was the only thing that stood between me and a naked Lee. Ever since I’d kissed her, I kept having dizzy spells. Probably because my cock hadn’t deflated after my lips had left hers and my body couldn’t spare the blood for my brain.

And tonight… tonight, I’d get to sleep beside her, in thesame fucking bed.How I’d kept my cool when we’d discovered the sleeping arrangements would remain a mystery. I’d vacillated between punching the air as if I’d made the winning touchdown in the Super Bowl and drowning in dread at how on earth I’d keep my hands off her all goddamn night.

The water stopped. I smoothed a hand over my hair, my heart thumping against my rib cage. I pictured her stepping out of the shower stall, droplets of water caressing her breasts, her waist, her hips. My fingers tingled like they did in the depths of winter, but it wasn’t from cold. Far from it. If I took my temperature right now, I’d diagnose myself with a fever.

I ran a hand around the collar of my shirt and sat on the edge of the bed with my back to the bathroom. The least I could do was afford her a little privacy. Not that I expected her to emerge completely naked, but the way I was feeling, and with my libido running amok, even if she came out wearing a towel, I’d probably orgasm and ruin my dress pants.

The door opened, and I held my breath.

“It’s okay. I’m decent.”

I twisted on the bed, shifting my leg up as I pivoted at the hip. Lee was wearing a knee-length cream cocktail dress with her hair wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She hadn’t bought this dress when we’d visited Boutique Noémie, so I guessed she must have owned it already. It might lack the red-carpet style of the two she’d bought there, but she looked like a million dollars in it. She’d eclipse every woman there tonight, even if she kept the towel on.

Lee was a class act. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

“Nice dress.”

“Thanks. I’ve had it for a while. It’s a bit tight. I’m not as slender as I used to be.”

“You’re perfect.”

I meant it, too. My attraction toward Lee was multilayered. Sure, she had a smoking body and the face of a goddess, but Lee was one of the smartest women I knew. She also had a pure heart and an Olympic-standard wit that kept me on my toes and made me laugh every day. I couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving my employ and days, or even weeks, passing by where I didn’t see her.

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