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She looks them over and says, “Stunning. Just stunning. Meg, you really do have fine taste.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Simmons,” I say.
I go about my task of helping to arrange the dinner. She sent me down to the wine cellar to pick out a couple of nice, expensive bottles.
I do my best to find them. I’m not a wine aficionado by any means, but obviously these guys are, or Mr. Belcourt certainly was.
The wine room is stocked. It’s got bottles that appear absolutely ancient. There’s a little romantic table set up down here, and the stone walls make it feel like I’m in a castle.
It’s funny because the wine room alone probably cost more than my entire college tuition, which I’ve only just barely paid off.
I pick out a couple bottles and bring my selections upstairs. As I reach the top, Evan nearly bumps into me, and I almost drop and break the expensive wine bottles.
Luckily, I’m able to hold onto them and avoid a totally embarrassing moment.
I haven’t seen Evan since the party, and standing here in front of him is taking my breath away. I literally don’t know what to say.
“Meg, there you are. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding out,” he says.
“Oh, Mr. Reed, I haven’t been hiding. I’ve just been working,” I say.
“Please, Meg, call me Evan. We’re not very formal around here,” he says.
I look into his sultry gray eyes and wonder how he can be so captivating, equally as enticing as Matt, I must say.
All the brothers are tall and statuesque. They all appear to have chiseled muscles and a certain intensity that turns me on.
I know something’s happened with Matt and I should focus solely on that relationship, but standing here before Evan makes me weak in the knees.
“You know, Meg, we have a private chef coming tonight. You should join us for dinner. It would be a waste to have him come for just us boys.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Reed, I mean, Evan, that wouldn’t be right. You guys should enjoy your dinner. Really,” I say.
He takes the bottles of wine from my arms and says, “I insist. You simply have to join us. The meal will be amazing and decadent, and you deserve it.”
I feel like I’m in an awkward position. What will Mrs. Simmons think if I dine with the guys?
Every part of me wants to do it. I want to take a break from cleaning, most of all, and I would love to have a hot shower and to dress up.
But I don’t want to jeopardize my job, and so I don’t know what to say to Evan’s request.
“Thank you, Evan, but I’m not sure how Mrs. Simmons would feel about that. She’s my boss, after all. I probably shouldn’t join you. You guys enjoy your dinner,” I say.
He leans down near me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Being in close proximity to him like this makes my heart race and my pulse quicken.
And then he whispers in my ear ever so closely. “Actually, Meg, I’m your boss.”
