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around my waist as I matched his every assault.
I thought I knew what it would be like. I dreamt it often enough. But this... this is... crazy.
No one would ever make the mistake of thinking me a shy soul but I was also never particularly aggressive. But as Brandon's own heated reaction started to sabotage his restraint with the way his fingers were digging into my hips and the way his little growls and moans grew raspy as our lips parted for a second to change angles, I let myself go and kissed him for all I was worth.
Then as quickly as he yanked me to him, he grasped me by the arms and pushed me away.
Whoa.
I opened my eyes and sought his and even in the bright light of day, I could see the dark, sensual haze in them as he battled for breath and control.
So I wasn't dancing that tango alone.
"What was that about?" I asked between breaths. "You... you... kissed me."
"I did," he said with a nod, the emotions in his eyes finally disappearing behind the usual shutters as he straightened up and squared his shoulders. "There was a pap snapping photos of us across the street. If we're going to sell this marriage to my father and the public, proof that we're crazy for each other would do that."
Ouch.
That felt like a bucket of ice cold water poured down on me.
"How the hell would they know where to find us?" I demanded, trying not to give my anger away.
We had a business agreement and the occasional displays of affection were stated in the contract. I had no right to get upset just because the kiss affected me so much.
"I called ahead to the store to tell them that my fiancee and I are picking out wedding rings," he answered flatly, showing no sign of his earlier... distress. "Barford and his staff know how to work the publicity for their benefit. That's why I selected this store for all of our wedding jewelry instead of having private jewellers show us their designs in the privacy of my home. They're not best known for discretion. Besides, it doesn't take much for gossip bits like this to leak out."
A damn publicity stunt. That was what it was.
Well, what did you think it was? Brandon suddenly realizing he's in love with you and just had to passionately kiss you? Yeah, right.
"You might want to warn me next time so I don't slap you," I muttered through clenched teeth.
A small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hmm. It didn't seem like you were inclined to protest anyway."
My fists balled on my sides. "You are such an ass."
And with that, I slipped inside the car, slammed the door shut and strapped on my seatbelt with a decisive yank of my arm.
I was fuming as I sat there while Brandon drove me home.
I gave him the directions to my place in a small, quiet neighborhood full of dainty, cookie-cutter houses. The car hadn't come to a full stop yet when I scrambled out of it and slammed the car door behind me.
I was so pissed.
I ignored him as I marched up to my front porch, unlocked the door and bolted it close.
One year is going to be a freaking eternity.
Chapter Five: On The Brightside
"Hello, Ms. Samuels! I'm Felicity Brightside and I'm your personal assistant and temporary wedding coordinator. It's so nice to finally meet you. How are you doing today?"
I blinked and took a step back, not sure if I was having a lucid dream because the woman's neon pink skirt-and-suit ensemble seemed offensive enough to my eyesight that this couldn't possibly be some hazy nightmare featuring serial killer Barbie.
The late morning sun's glare went out of focus, allowing me to concentrate on the woman standing at my door, sporting the most beautiful, pale, golden blond hair I've ever seen in real life. She flashed me a pearly-white smile, her... cheerfulness so palpable it hurt to look at her for another second.
Did someone let loose a Stepford wife around here?
"Um, sorry, I didn't catch what you just said," I said, giving her an apologetic smile and squinting as her bright pink outfit tortured my
I thought I knew what it would be like. I dreamt it often enough. But this... this is... crazy.
No one would ever make the mistake of thinking me a shy soul but I was also never particularly aggressive. But as Brandon's own heated reaction started to sabotage his restraint with the way his fingers were digging into my hips and the way his little growls and moans grew raspy as our lips parted for a second to change angles, I let myself go and kissed him for all I was worth.
Then as quickly as he yanked me to him, he grasped me by the arms and pushed me away.
Whoa.
I opened my eyes and sought his and even in the bright light of day, I could see the dark, sensual haze in them as he battled for breath and control.
So I wasn't dancing that tango alone.
"What was that about?" I asked between breaths. "You... you... kissed me."
"I did," he said with a nod, the emotions in his eyes finally disappearing behind the usual shutters as he straightened up and squared his shoulders. "There was a pap snapping photos of us across the street. If we're going to sell this marriage to my father and the public, proof that we're crazy for each other would do that."
Ouch.
That felt like a bucket of ice cold water poured down on me.
"How the hell would they know where to find us?" I demanded, trying not to give my anger away.
We had a business agreement and the occasional displays of affection were stated in the contract. I had no right to get upset just because the kiss affected me so much.
"I called ahead to the store to tell them that my fiancee and I are picking out wedding rings," he answered flatly, showing no sign of his earlier... distress. "Barford and his staff know how to work the publicity for their benefit. That's why I selected this store for all of our wedding jewelry instead of having private jewellers show us their designs in the privacy of my home. They're not best known for discretion. Besides, it doesn't take much for gossip bits like this to leak out."
A damn publicity stunt. That was what it was.
Well, what did you think it was? Brandon suddenly realizing he's in love with you and just had to passionately kiss you? Yeah, right.
"You might want to warn me next time so I don't slap you," I muttered through clenched teeth.
A small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hmm. It didn't seem like you were inclined to protest anyway."
My fists balled on my sides. "You are such an ass."
And with that, I slipped inside the car, slammed the door shut and strapped on my seatbelt with a decisive yank of my arm.
I was fuming as I sat there while Brandon drove me home.
I gave him the directions to my place in a small, quiet neighborhood full of dainty, cookie-cutter houses. The car hadn't come to a full stop yet when I scrambled out of it and slammed the car door behind me.
I was so pissed.
I ignored him as I marched up to my front porch, unlocked the door and bolted it close.
One year is going to be a freaking eternity.
Chapter Five: On The Brightside
"Hello, Ms. Samuels! I'm Felicity Brightside and I'm your personal assistant and temporary wedding coordinator. It's so nice to finally meet you. How are you doing today?"
I blinked and took a step back, not sure if I was having a lucid dream because the woman's neon pink skirt-and-suit ensemble seemed offensive enough to my eyesight that this couldn't possibly be some hazy nightmare featuring serial killer Barbie.
The late morning sun's glare went out of focus, allowing me to concentrate on the woman standing at my door, sporting the most beautiful, pale, golden blond hair I've ever seen in real life. She flashed me a pearly-white smile, her... cheerfulness so palpable it hurt to look at her for another second.
Did someone let loose a Stepford wife around here?
"Um, sorry, I didn't catch what you just said," I said, giving her an apologetic smile and squinting as her bright pink outfit tortured my
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