“Well, it’s not.You will drive with me to the office, going up in the private executive elevator.Then Josh will shadow you during the day.”
“Maybe I’ll tell them I went home with that guy on Friday night—”
I see red.
“What guy!!”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
EMILY
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Sebastian takes a stepcloser and for the third time in as many minutes, his eyes lock on my nipples.
I should have covered myself—I’m his guest, not his fiancée, despite what happened in the limo—so I popped out to ask what time I had to be ready in the morning.To find out if we should leave at the same time.Or different.
Knowing Sebastian, he’s an early riser and out the door by seven.At that time, I’m usually still standing in the shower wishing I was a trust fund baby.
Not really.
Well, maybe a little.
“What guy, Emily?”he demands, his hands firmly on his hips.
“Just someone I was dancing with.”
“And this someone, was he anywhere near your sweet pussy before you exposed yourself on the phone to me?”
I gasp.
How dare he!
I thrust my toothbrush in his face.“Exposed myself?EXPOSED myself?You ordered me to lower the phone and...I am not discussing this,Mr.Remington.I am going to bed.”
Spinning, I get half a step before Sebastian grabs my wrist, and I’m slammed up against his hard chest.My palms—including the toothbrush—slap against his shirt-covered pecs.And oh god, they feel amazing.He’s rock hard.
