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Caesar stays quiet. When I finally muster up the courage to look at him, he’s staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth slightly ajar. I swallow. Did I overstep a boundary?
Oh, God.
Reaching for the wine again, I take a big swig. I welcome the burn, but I know my head and my stomach might be pissed at me later on for that.
“Vivienne, that was the last thing I was expecting.” He rubs his hand along his chin. “I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. But, if this is something you’re interested in… I won’t stop you.”
“It seems like the right thing to do, doesn’t it?” I shrug. “I mean, I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Me neither. But I like it.”
He sets down his glass and starts typing furiously on his laptop, probably sending the document to his lawyer as we speak. I hope I made the right decision.
I mean, if the wetness beginning to pool between my legs is anything to go by, I might have made the right decision. A thousand times over. This might be my only chance to be with a man like Caesar. This opportunity will never happen again, so I might as well make the most of it.
I will never admit that I desperately wanted something like this to happen. Never. If anything, I can just pretend that I was forced into this whole situation and I’m only making the most out of my circumstances.
That seems fair, right? Caesar and I both get something out of it. He gets a wife to please his father. I get a husband to please my family.
And we also might get to please each other a whole lot.Mind-blowing sex with one of the hottest men alive? Um, yes, please.
I try not to fixate too hard on that detail, but I can’t shake it from my mind.
But still, everything will move at my pace. It has to. I’ve never initiated sex with anyone before, so I have no idea how it starts and how it ends. I’ve never had sex at all. I’ve got a lot to learn.
There are magazines for this sort of thing, right? Websites I can skim? Forums I can stalk? I’ll have to start researching tonight.
In the meantime, Caesar and I enjoy our wine. He offers to get some food delivered, and I graciously accept. The sounds my stomach is making are too loud to ignore.
As we’re enjoying some sushi rolls, his lawyer sends back the document. I sign electronically and that’s that. Marriage proposal settled. Caesar and I are to be wed.
“Well, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you, my lovely fiancée,” he says with a teasing flair. He sticks out his hand for me to take.
I set aside my plate of food and shake his hand. The touch sends a bolt of electricity up my arm and down my spine, igniting my body in an indescribable way. My eyes trail his features down to his lips, but I don’t let them linger for too long. That’s dangerous.
“How about we fly to Vegas tomorrow? We can get married there. Then we can have a more formal wedding in Solvaria,” he suggests, then dips his tuna roll into some soy sauce nonchalantly.
“Yeah, we can do that.” I nod. “I never thought I’d be having an impromptu Las Vegas wedding.”
“There’s a lot of firsts you’ll be experiencing with me,” he says suggestively. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable every step of the way.”
I clench my legs closer together, not wanting to think about how he’ll be the first man to take me to bed. The thought makes me lightheaded and a bit scared of what’s to come.
But my desire for him supersedes any sort of doubt I might feel about the marriage that’s just on the horizon.
13
CAESAR
“And now, you may kiss the bride!”
With Marcus as our only witness, I swoop down to Vivienne in my arms and kiss her. She laughs against my lips, but the passion is there. I feel it, as much as she tries to hide it.
Everything happened in a blur. Just yesterday, we were in New York City, bonding over some wine and sushi. Then, we hopped onto a red-eye flight to Las Vegas and got married.
I paid for Marcus’ flight, and I did the same for Vivienne’s cousin, Sarah. She’s not here yet, but she plans to join us for dinner later.
As I pull away from her lips, I stare at Vivienne in all her beauty. The moment we landed in Vegas, I took her shopping for a dress. Unsurprisingly, she chose a modest option. No plunging v-neck or sharp slit down her thigh, though I would have loved to see her curves in a more revealing style.
