“I thought you’d gone home.” He
crossed the kitchen and stood next to her at the counter. “Since you could
never be in a relationship with me and all.”
“Cameron,” she turned to face him,
but from the tremble in her lips he knew she suppressed a smile. “This isn’t a
joke. Playing for one night is one thing, but a relationship is another.”
“Oh, I don’t think Anders was joking.
He’s probably contracting someone to draw up our prenup right now, just to
ensure every party I throw is as good as this one. You did a wonderful job.”
“I could never marry someone who
thinks marriage requires an escape hatch.”
“What?” Cameron laughed again. She
certainly had a fresh way of phrasing everything. With a smile, he started
looking about the kitchen for some sign of sustenance.
“A prenuptial agreement. I’ll never
sign one, or marry someone who’s not fully committed to making a marriage
work.” She stood taller, pulling her creamy shoulders back.
“Before you get too indignant about
it, I have to have one. It’s part of my employment agreement so divorces don’t
affect the other partners.” He stepped closer, and then closer than he knew he
should. She’d had her hands on him all evening. Had it been just for show, or
could there be more to it? “But then that’s not really the issue here.”
“What are you doing?” Her bottom lip
trembled in a completely different way.
Cooking Up A Seduction
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