I go further into my untruth, answering, "He said that since we're going to be working closely together, I need to call him Sebastian. That's all."

"Who else is going to his ranch?"

"Why all the questions?" I ask.

"Why are you defensive?" she retorts.

"I'm not," I claim.

"Then why do you sound it?"

I stay silent.

She repeats, "Who else from work is going?"

I take a few breaths, hoping she can't hear me. I fess up. "It's just me."

Tension grows over the line until she lowers her voice and asks, "Are you having an affair with your boss?"

"No! He's an arrogant, rude man!" I declare.

"Then why is he taking you when you're only the intern?"

Sebastian's words from the first day I started ring in my ears. I remark, "He said hands-on experience is what Cartwright Enterprises is about and why people excel there."

She dramatically whispers, "Georgia, does Sebastian Cartwright have the hots for you?"

"No!" I proclaim, but my cheeks burst with heat. The thought of sitting on his lap while sweat dripped down his pecs earlier today makes me shudder.

It's going to be a long month not giving in to the temptation of doing naughty things with him. I can try to deny my attraction toward him all I want, but at the end of the day, I can't lie to myself. Nothing about Sebastian, including his infuriatingly arrogant ways, is a turn-off. I wish I could say it was, but it's not.

"Are you sure? It seems odd to me," Melanie comments.

"Yep, I'm sure. Anyway, I need to pack. Can I call you in a few days?" I ask, needing to change the subject. I don't want to risk violating the prenup before I even sign it. I've never been closer to making my dreams happen. I'm not going to ruin my chances by not controlling my mouth.

"All right. But I want all the details," she states.

"Melanie, it's not like that," I claim.

She snorts. "Sure it's not. Have a good trip."

"It's not. Bye," I say and hang up. I glance back at my suitcase, and my worries haunt me again.

I take out my jeans, sweaters, and the dresses I packed and place them on my bed. Then I stare at them, questioning everything all over again. I consider calling Sebastian and begging him to tell me what kind of clothes people wear for the events we'll be at, but my pride won't allow me to.

He can deal with whatever I wear while I'm there.

He'll make me go shopping.

I'm not using his credit card.

I repack the items on my bed into the suitcase, then look at my list.

Underwear and bras.

My stomach flips. I go to my drawer and open it, debating about what to bring.

How did he know I have granny panties?

Is it because he doesn't see me as sophisticated as the women he dates?