His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1)
either.  I decided not to say that, though.
    "There's a sequel," Jeremy said, picking up my plate and laying it atop his.  "We should watch that one next time.  It's good."
    "Sure!" I said.  I didn't have time to think of a way out of that.
    Scrambling to the front door of the guest house, I opened it and ran out into the open air.  I wasn't that far from the main house, but that didn't change the fact that I was still late for Asher's plans, and... well, yes, we had some beautiful sex in his private meeting room today, but the day wasn't over and there was a lot of time for more beautiful sex.  Sort of.
    The celebration tonight.  Asher's sweet gesture of offering to do a quick vow renewal where my father could walk me down the aisle.  Nothing huge, no, but enough.  Some of my friends and family, and his, too, together.  It was really nice, and I loved that he'd done that for me.  It was for him, too, but I think he knew that it was important to me in its own way.
    And I would repay him.  With really hot sex.  I mean, I'd enjoy the sex, too, of course.  This wasn't an "either/or" situation here.  I just wanted it to be really hot.  Sexy!  Enticing, alluring, and seductive.  I needed time to set all of that up, though, and I didn't know if I had any time at all.  What if Asher was waiting for me in our bedroom already?  I couldn't just ask him to hold off while I set us up for something steamy and sensual.  That seemed kind of counter-intuitive to the whole process.
    I tried running to the front door of the mansion, but heels aren't the most conducive shoes for running.  I managed to hobble and hop my way there a little faster than if I was walking, but probably not by much.  I should work on that.  Maybe they offered classes on how to run in heels somewhere.  It seemed like a useful skill.
    Fuck.  I'd forgotten my purse!  I didn't have my keys.  And I'd just said fuck.  I didn't actually say fuck, I told myself, I thought it.  I can be as crass as I want in my thoughts, because no one can see them.  Which means I could think of doing dirty and naughty things with Asher, right?  Yes, and...
    Fuck!
    I knocked on the door, distracting myself from moments soon to come.  Then I remembered we had a keypad for times like this, so I stepped to the side and flipped up the keypad cover.  The code was... something.  I knew the code, I did!  It took me a moment before I remembered it, typed it in fast, but before I could hit enter and unlock the door someone answered it for me.
    I started to thank them profusely and went to move inside, except then I realized it was Asher.  He stood there, eyes dark and glaring, with a forced smile on his face.
    "Oh," I said.  "Um... Asher.  Hi."
    "Hey," Asher said.  "How are you, Jessika?"
    "I'm good.  I was watching a movie with Jeremy in the guest house.  We picked up burgers."
    "Did you?" he asked, still with that dark, ominous gaze and that fake, happy smile.
    "Uh... yes.  Did you want one, too?  I didn't think of it, because I knew you wouldn't be home until later, but I could go back and—"  I paused when I saw a flicker of something dangerous in Asher's eyes.  "I mean, I could text him!  I can text him to see if he'll get you something and..."
    No more.  Enough!  Asher hauled me inside our home, lifted me across his shoulder, and carried me away.
    "Oh!" I said, because I didn't know what else to say.  "Um, Asher?"
    "What?" he asked.
    "Where are we going?"
    "You'll see."  His tone was playfully malicious.  "I believe we have some important arrangements to discuss, do we not?"
    "Yes, but you aren't going to the stairs.  This isn't anywhere near the bedroom."
    "Too far," Asher said, curt and to the point.  "We don't have time."
    Slightly disoriented because I was facing one way and moving another, I couldn't tell exactly where we were headed, but it looked like... "Um, are we going to the ballroom?"
    "Yes," he said.
    "For our important business?"

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