Don't be fooled again. It has to be an act to trick me into thinking she doesn't want my money. After all, she did negotiate a million dollars.

Me: Pack what you want. If you need something else, then you'll go shopping.

I wait for another text but nothing arrives. I try to get lost in my work, but I keep staring at her empty desk.

I text her again.

Me: Leave your granny panties at home.

Georgia: Excuse me?

Me: My wife wouldn't have them.

Georgia: What would your wife have?

Me: Thongs. Those cheeky ones that have the round part of your ass showing. See-through bikinis. Crotchless for fun and games.

Minutes pass.

Me: Are you going to church to pray for my sins?

Georgia: What if I was?

Me: I'd tell you to stop praying. It won't absolve me from my deviant actions.

Georgia: No one is looking at my underwear.

Me: The staff who does the laundry will.

Georgia: I'll do my own laundry.

Me: That's now how it works in the Cartwright household, Sunshine.

Georgia: Stop calling me that.

I grin. Something about getting under Georgia's skin fuels me.

Me: So leave your granny panties at home. You can come get my card and go buy some this weekend if needed.

Georgia: I don't need your card. I can pay for my own underwear. Besides, who says I even own granny panties?

Me: Sure, Miss Million Dollar Negotiator.

Georgia: Don't be a sore loser, Sebastian. And I'll earn every penny of the million having to be stuck with you for a month.

Oh, you're going to earn it by making all my indecent thoughts become a reality.

There's a ding, and I turn to my computer. An email pops up from Huck. I open it.

Sebastian,

Here's the prenup. Let me know if you have any questions or any issues. I can meet you tomorrow at noon so you can both sign. Hopefully, your bride-to-be doesn't have any issues with anything.

Huck

I read through the document, satisfied with all the details he put in it. As I thought, it's the same template as my other three prenups, only this one is much simpler. There are no amounts for children we may have or extra amounts earned for so many years of marriage.

I'm sure Georgia won't break any of the things I had him add, so I'm unsure what Huck has up his sleeve to make sure I don't pay her the million.

I reread it a few times, then send it to her. I shoot her another text.

Me: The prenup's in your inbox. I need to know immediately if there are any changes. Let me know.