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Chapter 23
Matt
I see her through the window before I see her in person.
She looks stunning in a flowing, strapless black dress. This girl could wear a potato sack and I would still desire her. That’s how fucking gorgeous she is.
I’m so excited to finally have my night with Meg. It’s the perfect plan to take her out of the house, so that I’m the only brother she has to focus on.
Besides, she needs to be spoiled a little bit. She’s been working too hard for us.
I stand outside and watch her come down through the window. She looks radiant, and I’m glad that I dressed up in a nice Armani shirt and slacks. The limo driver hands me the dozen of roses I had him buy for her.
She opens the door and I’m pleased to see her smiling face.
“Matt!” she exclaims. “You look incredible! So hot.”
“Me? You’re the one that looks incredible,” I say, skimming my hand along her waist to bring her in towards me for a kiss.
Her warm mouth tastes like peppermint and I can smell the fragrant perfume on her body. Megan is truly the most elegant woman I’ve ever met, and I don’t doubt my plan for a second. She has an array of brothers to choose from, and I need to make sure I’m at the forefront of her thoughts. There’s no way I’m gonna let her go out of my life without tasting her in every way.
“You ready?” I ask her, imagining what she looks like underneath that dress.
“Yes,” she says as I take her hand and lead her into the limousine.
I hand the roses to her and she smells them gratefully.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she says.
“I wanted to,” I say, sliding in next to her.
The driver takes off and I’m happy to see the mansion go. It’s the one time in my life that I actually want to get away from the place I call home. I’m just not willing to share Meg with my brothers anymore. Tonight, I need to make a lasting impression on her—and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
“Champagne?” I say, holding up a bottle of Dom.
“Of course,” she replies.
I pour us both a couple of glasses in crystal champagne flutes and we clink our glasses.
“To you,” I say, looking intently into her eyes.
For a second, we’re connected. For a second, we both know that we’re connected.
There’s this unspoken sexual tension going on between us that will likely get hotter throughout the night.
She sips her champagne, and I look at her profile just thinking how lucky I am. I don’t know how Meg walked into our lives but I have no intention of ever letting her go.
“So, where are we going?” she asks.
“That’s a surprise for you to find out,” I say.
She relaxes into the leather seat and is content just to be whisked away.
And then something seems to startle her and she says, “Well, are we going very far away from the mansion?”
“Why?” I ask. “What does it matter how far away we go?”
She stumbles over her words a little bit and says, “It...doesn’t. It’s fine.”
