Georgia reappears, puts the four boxes on the ground, and relocks her apartment. She picks them back up and joins me. We get in the elevator, and it screeches.

"This is a death trap," I grumble.

She winces, confessing, "The building needs a bit of TLC."

I grunt. "A bit? This place is falling apart. You really should live somewhere that at least has a front door that locks. Oh, and that chain needs to go. You should have a dead bolt."

"No one's ever bugged me. My neighbors are all nice," she claims.

I shake my head, declaring, "It's not safe."

The elevator slams to a stop, and I clench my jaw. The doors open, and I motion for her to go first. She steps out and we continue outside.

I put the luggage in my covered truck bed, the boxes of cupcakes in the back seat, then I open the passenger door for Georgia.

She scoots in, and her dress hikes up her legs. My erection springs forth again. She catches me ogling them and tugs at the fabric.

I tear my gaze off her and get in the truck.

There's a two-hour drive ahead of us, and all I can think is how delicious my new little peach will be when I finally bite into her.

Nine

GEORGIA

Sebastian and I don't say much at the beginning of our journey. I stare at the way-too-big ring that's now on my finger, wondering why any woman would want such a large rock.

It's not that I can't appreciate a beautiful ring, but this is so huge it feels borderline gaudy.

At least on me.

I feel bad I offended Sebastian. He tried to hide it, but I clearly did.

I continue staring at the ring, flustered over it and our kiss.

Well, kisses.

And his large hands all over me.

What am I going to do all month?

I always knew keeping Sebastian in line would be challenging, but now I know what it's like to kiss him and have his flesh pressed against mine. I could easily have caved and let him have his way with me. I'm sure I would have enjoyed it, but I would have hated myself after.

I don't judge people for casual sex. What they do is their decision. I've never had anything casual, but I know in my gut that having sex with anyone I'm not in a serious relationship with won't be good for me.

I tear my eyes off the monstrosity on my finger and my heart beats harder. Sebastian makes it race every day when I see him in his suit. When he showed up in his jeans and T-shirt, I could have fainted. And just like his suits that hug his body in all the right places, so do these clothes.

Plus, seeing him in non-work clothes reminds me that this arrangement we have is happening. Now that I've signed the prenup, there's no going back.