Millionaire's Wedding Revenge / Stranded with the Tempting Stranger: Millionaire's Wedding Revenge. Brenda Jackson
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through her. She rubbed a palm against her taupe linen skirt. “I’ve decided to accept your proposal.”
His eyes shot dark fire, and she could read the triumph in them. “We’ll have the wedding next weekend.”
Her stomach flipped over. “Next weekend? That’s not enough time!”
She’d thought she’d have more time to adjust to the idea of being Mrs. Stephen Garrison.
“You’ve already had four years,” he said in a clipped voice, as if he’d read her mind.
“A week is not enough time to plan a wedding—”
A grim smile slashed his face. “It is if we have it here at the Garrison Grand, where conveniently I’m the boss. In fact, I just put together Parker and Anna’s wedding in a short time.”
“I have a job I just started,” she began.
“You won’t need to do anything but show up.”
She stared at him doubtfully.
“Let’s seal the deal.” He looked at her innocently. “I hope that’s okay?”
Then before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, and his lips came down on hers.
First there was the warm pressure of his mouth, then he slipped inside, his tongue touching and coaxing hers.
Hot, sweet sensation flooded her, and a rainbow of colors danced behind her eyelids.
When he eventually pulled back, he gave her a heavy-lidded look. “Just like I remembered,” he murmured.
She touched her fingertips to her lips, feeling him there still.
Ordinarily, the stolen kiss might have sparked her ire, but under the circumstances, it reminded her of what she had to do.
She dropped her hand. “I forgot to mention something,” she said hoarsely.
“What’s that?”
She took a breath. “I have a couple of conditions of my own.”
His look turned guarded. “Shoot.”
“I want to wait until after the wedding to explain to Jade that you’re her biological father.”
He looked ready to argue, so she rushed on. “I want to give her time to adjust. It’s enough for the moment that I’m springing this wedding on her.”
“Aren’t you just drawing this out when it would be better to explain the whole thing at once?”
She shook her head. “I want her to get used to you…get to know and—and like you, first, without putting any sense of obligation on her three-year-old shoulders.”
“Fine,” he said, though she knew he still wasn’t thrilled with her idea.
And now for the hard part, she thought.
“I’m agreeing to this marriage for Jade’s sake,” she said. “I know there’ll be lots of advantages to growing up a Garrison and with you there to help raise her.”
He nodded, as if he was glad she saw reason.
“That’s why,” she went on, her chin coming up, “this will be a marriage in name only. I’m doing this for Jade. I won’t sleep with you, Stephen.”
Something in his eyes flared, and his lips curled. “Strong words from a woman who just melted into my kiss.”
“Those are my conditions,” she repeated.
Their eyes held for one drawn-out moment.
“You’ll get your own bedroom,” he said finally.
She relaxed. She was thankful for the walls of a bedroom. Now she just had to work on shoring up the ones around her heart.
When she pushed back the tissue paper, Megan felt the breath leave her.
A short while ago, a messenger had delivered several boxes. She’d taken the delivery, puzzled but knowing from the sender’s information that it came from Stephen. She’d wondered why he hadn’t bothered to bring the boxes himself, since he was due to arrive in a short time.
Now, Megan let her fingers stroke over the smooth white satin revealed when she’d opened the first box.
A multitude of conflicting emotions stormed her.
She understood now why Stephen may have chosen to send the boxes by messenger before he arrived. Once she’d seen what he’d bought for her, he’d known she’d find it hard to resist.
Carefully, she lifted the gown from the box and examined it.
It was a backless sheath dress with a small swallowtail train made of satin overlaid with lace. The bodice, which had a sweetheart neckline, was held up by two spaghetti straps.
Simple but sexy, it would be spectacular with her flaming red hair, as well as show off her generous chest to advantage.
Stephen knew her so well. And that, she realized, was part of the problem.
She’d told Stephen she’d be wearing something practical—something she already owned—for the wedding. Instead, he’d overridden her.
He’d sent her this dress, and its message was clear: she was being served up as a delicious dessert he intended to savor.
Still, the dress was so beautiful, it brought tears to her eyes.
She’d once wished for happily-ever-after. Instead, she was getting an illusion.
A sham wedding leading to a fake marriage.
Tamping down a sudden well of emotion, she forced herself to open the rest of the boxes.
One box contained a pair of stylish stiletto sandals. Another held an adorable sleeveless flower girl’s dress with a high ribbon waist and matching white sandals.
Her heart squeezed as she thought of Jade and how delighted she’d be.
When she opened the last box, however, her reaction changed, and she felt heat course through her.
The box contained a white bustier, matching lacy underwear and thigh-high hosiery.
Unbidden, images of modeling the sexy concoction for Stephen went through her mind.
Then, annoyed with herself, she let her hand drop away from the box.
Of course, Stephen had no trouble picking out her size. He was a connoisseur of the female form, she reminded herself. A playboy extraordinaire.
She was torn from her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell.
Moments later, she heard the sound of running feet.
“Mommy, there’s someone at the door!” Jade called out.
“I’ll be right there.”
She and Stephen had agreed he’d come over on Wednesday night in order to ease the transition for Jade to the upcoming marriage.
She’d already explained to Jade as well as she could that she’d be getting married to Stephen and they’d be known as Megan and Jade Garrison.
Now, she prayed Stephen’s get-to-know-you session with his daughter went well.
When she opened the door, with Jade peering around her, she was presented with an incongruous sight. Stephen held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a large brown-haired, brown-eyed baby doll in the other.
As annoyed as she’d just been with him, she couldn’t help reacting with a laughing gasp.
His eyes met hers, and she saw laughter lurking within them. “She rode in the front passenger seat.”
Wide-eyed, Jade stared at Stephen.
Megan covered her mouth.