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Much sooner than she thinks. Dena gives me a business card, and when I re-enter the car, I let Stefan know wherever this Henderson/Miller thing is, that’s where I need to be. He nods and pulls away from the small store, heading in the direction of downtown.
Twenty minutes later, he pulls up in front of the Hilton, and I step out.
“Wait here,” I direct Stefan, clutching the contract in my hand. “This shouldn’t take long.”
Just inside the glass doors that open to the lobby, there’s a small stand with an arrow pointing the way toward the wedding. Ignoring the stares thrown my way, I head across the marble floor hall with quick strides to a wide hallway with another directional sign to the nuptials of people I don't know.
When I open the ballroom doors, all eyes are on me, but not for the same reasons they usually are.
At the other side of the large space is the bride and groom, standing under an arched white trellis.
The preacher stares at me. “Sir, do you have any just cause why these two should not be married here today?”
Shit.
“No, carry on.”
I step back through the ballroom door as a hand wraps around my bicep, leading me out. “What are you doing here?”
I look down at a frowning Clementine. Her face is a complete juxtaposition to her cheerful lemon yellow dress.
“I brought you something.”
I hold out the manila envelope, trying not to gawk at the way her breasts fill out the silky fabric hugging them.
Instead of her gold eyes lighting up, they darken and narrow. Almost like she doesn’t trust me. And why should she? She doesn’t know me.
“What is it?” She glances down at the papers in my hand. “More contracts?”
I smile, stepping closer. “Is that any way to treat your fiance?” I hand over the manila envelope. “It’s your sex contract.”
She closes her eyes, breathing through her nose. “You shouldn’t have brought this to my work, Gabriel.”
And she’s right. I would murder someone if they interrupted me during a business deal.
“I signed it.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out for a full minute. “I don’t know what to say.”
I lean in, and immediately regret it. She smells like warm cake. “Now, if you want sex from me, you’ll have to beg me for it.”
Her cheeks flush. “There will be no begging.”
I raise a brow. “You have my word, I won’t touch you.” I step back, straightening my suit coat. As I walk away, I peek back over my shoulder and against my better judgement, stoke the flames a little more. “Unless you ask me to.”
