“Have a brownie.” Avery stuffed a chocolaty treat into Ivy’s mouth.
“I have six weeks to plan the wedding of the century.”
“Wait, it’s six weeks from now?” Avery shrieked. She stuffed two brownies into her mouth then dusted off her hands.
“Did you still want to do the tour?” Avery asked Ivy then walked off toward a hallway.
Blade trailed after them.
I turned to Sebastian.
“You have some nerve! This is your fault.”
“You’re just jealous. I’m a CEO, while you just arrange flowers. You clearly needed my help.”
“Now, you look here!” I grabbed his arm. His biceps bulged under my hand. I gulped.
Sebastian turned around and grabbed my arms. We were very close. The air around him was slightly warmer, and I felt it through my thin cotton blouse.
“No, this is your fault,” he snarled at me. “You are disorganized, you spill coffee everywhere, and you aren’t managing the client’s expectations. If you’re not going to take charge, then I will.”
Sebastian released me with a slight shake. Then he picked up his large binder and stalked after Avery and Ivy.
I rubbed the spots where he’d touched my arms.
Talk about taking charge!
You should be annoyed at him. Furious!
And I was.
But all I could think about was him staring at me with those dark eyes…taking charge.
You just need a brownie,I told myself.You’re stressed. You need to get laid.
Wait. No, that’s not what I meant!Ineededto get the wedding under control.
And get laid.
Okay, maybe, but not with Sebastian, right?
16
Sebastian
Ishouldn’t have grabbed Amy.
But she had touched me first.
Besides, if it wasn’t my imagination, she hadn’t seemed frightened or scared. In fact, she had seemed a little aroused.
“Wrong word choice,” I growled as I parked the car in front of my own estate house. While not as large as the Svensson estate or as well-decorated as the Broughton estate, my lands had also belonged to an old industrial scion who wanted to show off.
The house was huge—too big, in fact, for just Alfie and me, but I had bought the property for my horses. I had also intended it to be a nice play area for my brother. Periodically, he and the Svensson brothers piled into the house, filling it with life and laughter.
Now it was empty. My footsteps and Alfie’s echoed as we walked inside.
“Can I go over to the Svenssons?” he asked.
