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“You live here?” Colby walks over to the kitchen, which has white cabinets and white marble counters.
“Of course.”
“It looks like a photo in a magazine.”
“Thanks.”
He pinches his brow. “I mean…do you use the dishes? Do you sit on the couches?”
“Sometimes. I have a housekeeper who does all my cleaning and laundry. And a window washer, because obviously, the view is amazing.”
The apartment already had floor-to-ceiling windows in the main living area, which I kept when I renovated. Only the bathroom and two bedrooms have windows with blinds.
“Hey, will you unbutton this?” I ask him, moving my hair to the side to allow him access to the back of my dress.
He walks over and hums his disapproval. “Christ, this is like fifty itty bitty buttons.”
“Yeah, but after you finish we can eat burritos.”
“You didn’t eat much tonight.”
His warm breath dances over the bare skin of my neck. I’ve had my share of sex, but never an intimate moment like this, where I can feel the heat of a man’s body as he slowly undresses me.
Well, unbuttons me. It’s not like we’re consummating this marriage. Without him, though, I’d have to cut this dress off, and I wouldn’t think twice about it. I’ve been squeezed into it for way too long.
“I can’t eat in this corset.”
“Why are you wearing a corset?”
His deft fingers have already gotten so many buttons undone that I can feel the dress dropping. I hold on to the front so it doesn’t slip off.
“To make my waist look smaller.”
He hums skeptically. “You already have a small waist. Are you hoping to seduce me, Mrs. Harrison?”
I suppress an eye roll. Why does every man think a woman asking for help is trying to jump into bed with him?
“No, just trying not to bust out of my dress in front of our wedding guests.”
“This is a sexy little number, though.” His speaks so close to my ear that it tickles slightly. “All covered in lace.”
Damn Quentin for insisting I buy lingerie. His argument was sound—if reporters go digging at the wedding shop to find out what we bought, it looks more legit if I bought sexy lingerie with my dress. But it’s making my new husband think I want him, and I don’t.
I explain that Quentin wanted me to get the lingerie as I feel Colby’s knuckles brushing over the fabric of my corset at the small of my back.
“Hmm.” He keeps unbuttoning. “So, this was supposed to be for me?”
“Well, it was supposed to look like it was for you.”
He finishes undoes the last button and then puts his hands on my waist, gently turning me to face him. I don’t miss the hunger swirling in his eyes. They’ve changed from their normal vibrant blue; now they look like the sky on a stormy summer day.
“I should probably get a good look at it, then,” he says. “In case anyone asks me about it.”
My lips part with shock. What happened to the aloof, mostly agreeable man I married a few hours ago? This version of Colby is smooth, confident and…
“Oh, God.” I groan, having just looked down at his crotch. Why did I do that? Now I know he’s rock hard.
“Show me,” he says softly.
I thought we’d change into sweats and inhale our burritos when we got here. Now he’s looking at me like I’m on the menu.
I don’t hate it. But I also don’t want to complicate our arrangement with sex. But my husband is undeniably attractive, and at this moment, I kind of don’t care about complications.
How many wedding nights will I have? Just the one, and real or not real, it’s my only chance to show my husband what he just signed up for.
I take a deep breath and slowly release my hold on the front of the dress. It falls to the ground and Colby’s eyes flash with desire as he takes me in.
Getting into this thing wasn’t easy. Quentin had to pull on the back of it while I pulled on the front, and I called him every name in the book as he laced it tightly around my midsection. It’s a white, one-piece corset covered in lace that narrows my waist and pushes up my boobs. I added the garter belts and straps that came with it because it made me feel sexy.
And I must look incredibly sexy, judging by the way Colby is practically drooling.
“Turn around,” he says, his eyes back on mine after taking a long look at the front of my body. “And then look at me over your shoulder.”
“I’m not accustomed to taking orders.”
A smile plays on his lips. “We both know you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Now let me get a good look at my wife’s ass.”
What’s happening here? I was hoping that Colby and I would get along, but not like this. What we have going is a carefully arranged, tightly controlled situation. My head tells me to maintain that control, but some other part of me is in charge right now, so I turn around and look at him.
