paper down and stood. “Why don’t you unpack, Talia?”
“Dinner at seven, sir?” Lane straightened his back with his nose high in the air.
“Don’t you start, Lane.”
Logan grabbed my elbow and dragging me down the hallway and into a master bedroom. The drapes were drawn. Logan yanked them open, and the room flooded with light. My box and suitcase were stacked in the corner, having been carried up by porters before. But what really grabbed my attention was the fact that there was only one bed in the room. One enormous king-size bed.
“Where do you sleep?” I asked.
Logan looked at me as if I were light-headed. “I sleep here in that bed.”
“Okay,” I started again, “then where do I sleep?”
“In the same bed, my dearest fiancée.”
“What? No!” I kept my voice down to a low hiss. I now cared about Lane’s opinion and didn’t want him to hear us arguing. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
“Hang on to your chastity belt, Talia,” he said. “We are now an engaged couple in love. And couples in love sleep in the same bed.”
“You can act like you love me from another room.”
“That is not what you agreed to.” Logan shook a finger at me. “Talia, people drop by unannounced all the time, including my father’s lawyer. You will unpack your things into this room and you will be sleeping with me.”
“What?” I nearly shrieked, “I never agreed to have sex with you.”
“I’m not talking about sex. Sleeping in the same bed is not sex. Two different activities.”
“But sleeping in the same bed will lead to sex,” I argued.
An annoyed Logan looked toward the bed as if it could reason with me instead. “I’m not such a horn-dog that I can’t control myself. I can sleep next to you without touching you.”
I should’ve been satisfied. Logan was adamant that he could resist me. But for some reason, that just left a sullen look on my face and a bitter taste in my mouth.
He grinned. “Unless you’re worried you can’t control yourself around me, darling?”
I let out a snort. “Even if you were the last man on earth.”
“Then it doesn’t matter if we sleep in the same bed. Right?”
Dammit. I stared at the large bed between us. I had no comeback.
My mind and my heart were off-limits. But my body was doing backflips at the thought of snuggling up to Logan at night.
Dear God. How could I want to sleep with someone I didn’t even like?
I let out a huff.
This was going to be a long, long year.
“Fine, Logan, I will sleep here.”
“Great. I’ll leave you to unpack.” Logan turned to leave. And I turned back to the boxes that contained my entire life.
“By the way,” he called back, “I sleep naked.”
Logan
“Tea or coffee?” I asked.
“Coffee,” Talia replied without hesitation.
“And how do you take it?”
“White with one sugar. And you?”
“Coffee as well.”
“Let me guess. Black like your heart.”
“That is hardly productive. But yes, I take it black.”
Talia stuck her tongue out at me. I wanted to put that glorious pink tongue to good use.
Talia and I were lounging in the living room after dinner, going through questions that anyone might expect a couple in love might know about each other.
“How do you like your eggs in the morning?” I asked.
“Unfertilized.”
“Ha ha.”
“Oh, I’m not allowed to make jokes, too?”
“The difference being that mine are actually funny.”
She rolled her eyes at me and I hid a grin.
“I like my eggs over easy,” I said.
“Poached,” she replied.
“Favorite sex position?”
Talia glared at me. “Next.”
I raised my hands in the air, the picture of innocence. “What? It’s important for me to know.”
“We’re never ever having sex, so you can just forget about it. Next.”
“Hang on a minute. If we’re engaged and living together, people are going to assume we are having sex.”
Talia crossed her arms over her chest, assumedly to guard herself. All that did was to press her breasts deliciously together so much that I almost forgot what I was even asking her. That is, until she snapped, “So?”
“Seeing as we’re engaged, snugglebum, it seems an entirely appropriate thing to know. So…favorite sex position?”
She spluttered. “I-I don’t know.”
I grinned at her obvious discomfort. “Well, let’s see…there’s the classics…missionary, obviously. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, or my personal favorite…doggy."
Her mouth popped open as her cheeks colored deliciously.
“Scissors, sideways, seashell…” I continued, counting them on my fingers.
Her eyes bulged.
“Or the more exotic ones like corkscrew, the pretzel dip, the magic mou—”
“Alright, stop already!”
I hid my grin behind my glass. “So which one