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He let out a wicked laugh. “You know, Addison, not many people make me laugh. But you could always manage to do that.”
I lifted and dropped one shoulder. “I’m gifted that way.”
We spoke of general things as we ate the rest of our meal. It was an hour or so later that he walked me out of the villa and over to my car. He held open the door as I slid behind the wheel and then clicked on my seatbelt.
“I have a request,” he said.
I eyed him warily. “What?”
Bracing one arm over the top of the car door, he bent over and planted his free hand on the vehicle roof. His gaze delved into mine, a dark glint there. “Wear whatever kind of lingerie you want for the wedding night, but I want your pussy completely bare. No little strip of hair here or there. I want not one thing between my tongue and your flesh.”
Fuck if my nipples weren’t tightening. “I’ll take that into consideration.”
A corner of his lips tipped up. “Appreciated.” He straightened, closed the door, and stepped back.
Subtly puffing out a heavy breath, I reversed the car. Well, I’d learned three things tonight. One, my soon-to-be-new-home was awesome. Two, the Oakengrove chefs he used were cooking angels sent from heaven and each deserved a damn halo. Three, my vibrator was gonna get some serious action between now and the wedding if Dax kept up with his little comments. Which, knowing him, he probably would.
The next day, I was in the middle of placing an online order for rental equipment for an upcoming event when a curt knock came on my office door. I looked up from my laptop. “Yeah?”
Sabrina opened the door and poked her head inside. “You have a visitor,” she said, her smile a little strained.
I felt my brow crease. I’d checked my schedule earlier—there were no appointments listed for today here at my office. “Visitor?”
She tucked a curl behind her ear. “It’s, um, Dax’s mom.”
I tensed, my gut twisting. “Oh.” Shit, this might not be good. Dax had said that he believed she truly was behind him as she claimed, but that wasn’t to say she hadn’t changed her tune. “Send her in.” I sat up straighter and closed my laptop.
It was mere moments later that a super pretty dark-haired woman with mismatched eyes entered the room. Her posture wasn’t tense or confrontational. But her steps were a little uncertain, as if she felt somewhat awkward.
Samesies, lady.
I pushed out of my chair, rounded my desk, and held out my hand with a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Mercier.” Unless she was about to ream my ass, though it wasn’t the impression I was getting.
She shook my hand. “Kensey is fine.”
“Call me Addie or Addison, whichever you prefer.” I gestured at the chair Sabrina often claimed. “Have a seat.” I returned to my chair and rested my clasped hands on the desk.
Her gaze fell to my hand. “That’s quite a ring,” she said, her smile weak.
I looked at her own ring finger. “Right back at you.” Her wedding band was just as exquisite. “So, what can I do for you?” I asked, proud of how remarkably at ease I sounded when, in fact, I felt the complete opposite.
She sat up a little straighter. “I was hoping we could talk.”
“Of course.”
She raised one hand slightly. “Don’t take this the wrong way …”
“But you’re struggling to support Dax’s choice,” I guessed.
She gave me a sheepish look. “That’s the crux of the situation, yeah.”
“I get it. He’s your son. You’d rather he marry for the more obvious reasons. You’d rather have a better guarantee that he’ll be happy with whoever he ties himself to. I don’t at all blame you.” I’d feel the same if it were my son.
Her head tipped to the side. “Dax wasn’t clear on what your reasons are for marrying him. I mean, I know about the pact. But you’re not required to stick to your word. Why do it?”
“Because his persuasion techniques are off the charts,” I muttered.
She chuckled with a slow nod. “He’s always been good at getting his way.”
