Lifting me up, he carries me over to the bed, and we fall into it, our lips and bodies playing a game of sensual tango.
“Rules?” I mumble.
“No more rules, Evelyn Bloom. No. More. Rules.”
* * *
Hours have passed.I can feel Chase’s soft breaths as I lay nestled in his arms, my head on his chest.
“What are we going to do?” I ask.
“About?”
“This. Us. Everything.”
He reaches over to turn on the light on the nightstand, and I blink up, my eyes trying to adjust to the light.
“You mean my parents? The fake engagement?”
I nod.
“Babe, I told them everything when you were at your parents’ house.”
I sit up in the bed. “What? Why?”
He sits up too, his back now against the headboard. “Because I knew when you left, that I was falling in love with you. I didn’t want to risk losing you so I figured the first step was to tell Mom and Dad about my idea, to pretend to be engaged, so I could be named President of the company.”
I stare, mouth dropped, a small hint of a smile curving onto my lips. “And, what did they say?”
He sneers. “Well, believe it or not, they were more surprised than upset. Then Dad told me I was going to be named President regardless of my marital status.”
My eyebrows cock up. “Really?”
He bobs his head. “Then they got sad about you. Said you would have made a fine, real daughter-in-law, even if your accent wasn’t real.”
I chuckle. “Your family is so amazing, Chase.”
He pulls me close, kisses my lips. “You’re amazing and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“What are you saying?” My bottom lip quivers.
“Evelyn Bloom, will you marry me, for real?”
I try to hold back a squeal and tears begin to slowly trickle down my cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you for real.”
“I love you, Ms. Bloom.”
“I love you too, Mr. Hunter.”
