Chapter Four
Shawn tapped one long finger on the table in front of him. “Close your mouth, Beyoncé. Although it’s quite adorable to see you flabbergasted, it’s also very distracting.”
I closed my mouth. A million questions circled through my mind, too quickly for any to take shape. And somewhere behind all that, I registered that he’d called me adorable. I needed a drink, something stronger than iced tea. Shawn scooted his Sancerre toward me and I took it, grateful.
The wine gave me back my voice. “I didn’t realize you were engaged.” I blushed then, remembering all the dirty thoughts I’d had about Shawn and how I’d believed—okay, hoped—he had been flirting with me. I took another swallow of wine.
Shawn glanced out the window, maybe hoping to hide the torment that flashed across his face. “I’m not really.” He turned back to me, his expression now reserved
And emotionless as usual. “That’s the problem. Neither Ciara nor I are at all interested in the arrangement.”
This relaxed me, for some reason. But it did little to clear anything up. “Then why not just break up with her?”
He sighed. “It’s not that simple.”
I gave Shawn my best dumb-it-down-for-me-dude expression. Apparently, it worked.
“Her parents have been friends with mine for decades. They have a specific plan for their daughter’s life and they do not accept her choice to not marry me. If she broke it off, they’d cut her off emotionally and financially. That’s not something I wish for my friend.”
His explanation prickled me. Were we living in the early twentieth century with arranged marriages and shit? God, rich people lived such strange lives. I picked my words thoughtfully, careful to not show the extent of my irritation. “Never mind that parents shouldn’t be controlling their grown daughter, they don’t control you. Do they?”
Shawn’s eyes blazed. “No. No one controls me.”
His emphatic response had my body turned on. That command and authority, it was so…hot. I licked my lips, and then delighted as he zeroed in on the action. I hadn’t imagined it. He was reacting to me. Maybe not as forcefully as I reacted to him, but the energy between us was real.
I crossed my legs attempting to ease the need between them. “I’m missing something.”
He nodded. “I suppose you are.” He retrieved the Sancerre from in front of me and finished it off in one quick swallow. Knowing we’d shared the glass sent another tingle to my lower regions.
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