Or sexy?

Of course I'm not. I'm simple, and they're probably spectacular.

The thought hurts, but I know it's true. After being called out by him about not knowing who he was, I researched him online. I've seen the women Sebastian takes to charity events. I'm nothing like them. They all look like they stepped out of the Dallas Country Club, ready for a magazine shoot. I wouldn't know how to compete if I tried.

I'm not competing. This is strictly business, I remind myself.

I refocus on my panty drawer. More butterflies wake up in my belly. I pick up a pair of comfortable panties and a thong.

Why am I stressing over this? Sebastian isn't going to see my panties.

We'll be sharing a room. He'll probably take it upon himself to go through my drawers.

New stress fills me. Sharing a room with Sebastian for a month isn't something I thought about, but there's no way we'd be able to stay in a different room if we're married.

I'll make him sleep on the floor.

I grab a mix of matching comfortable bra-and-underwear sets and sexy ones. I toss them in my suitcase, along with socks. Then I go into my closet and pull out an overnight bag. I set it next to my nightstand to fill with my toiletries the morning of departure.

Glad to have that out of the way, I go to the family room, grab my phone out of my pocket, and sit on the couch. I glance at the screen and gape.

Is he crazy?

There's a slew of missed calls and text messages from Sebastian. I begin to read them.

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

Thirteen minutes later.

Sebastian: Why aren't you responding?

Seven minutes later.

Sebastian: Hello?

Two minutes after.

Sebastian: This isn't a good start to our marriage.

Four minutes after.

Sebastian: You do realize it's Friday on a holiday weekend. If we need any changes—although we shouldn't—time is running out.

One minute later.

Sebastian: I'm going to spank you for not responding to me.

My insides quiver, and butterflies take off. Spank me? Is he into that? Something about it sounds horrifying, yet not. I clench my thighs, trying to imagine it.

Is that what he does to his women?

Do they like it?

Ten minutes later.

Sebastian: I meant it. Your peachy ass is going to be stained red with my hand mark.

Tingles race down my spine, and I swallow hard. I continue reading another message sent six minutes later.

Sebastian: Is something wrong with the prenup?

Sebastian: Are you intentionally ghosting me?

I laugh, toss my phone on the couch, and grab my laptop. I decide it's best to let him sweat it out some more. I open the email and prenup.