His answer makes me let down my guard a little bit. It was devastating to hear from his sisters and mom what his ex-fiancées did to him. Who acts like that anyway? I soften my tone. "I can understand why that would hurt you."

"Can we not talk about it anymore?" he asks.

"Okay. But I will say that I think they're horrible people."

"Yeah, they are. And I wish it didn't make me angry anymore, but it does."

I blurt out, "Maybe you need to work on some forgiveness, then."

He scrunches his face. "Forgiveness? I didn't do anything to them. Regardless of what you think about me, I was good to them. I can assure you that I was nothing but good, beyond generous, and kind."

"I didn't say you weren't, Sebastian. But if you're this angry about it and it makes you do stupid things like what you did to me in the backyard, then you need to work on forgiving them."

"I don't understand."

"You have to forgive them for what they've done. It doesn't mean you have to forget it, but if you forgive them, at least it won't hurt as badly."

He stares at me for a while, then states, "I'm going to shower. Do you need anything?"

My butterflies kick up again. The thought of his sweaty chest when he pulled me onto his lap in the office flashes in my mind. I reply, "No, I'm okay. I'll keep unpacking."

"All right, Sunshine." He winks and goes into the bathroom, and my pulse creeps up.

I stare at the bed, thinking thoughts that I shouldn't have anywhere in my mind. I tear my eyes off it, then finish unpacking.

He steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. His skin glistens, taut over his ripped flesh, as if he's some kind of god.

My cheeks heat, and I gape at him.

"Is that drool?" he teases.

Flustered, I grab my pajama bottoms and tank top. I rush past him, closing the bathroom door and locking it.

I toss my hair into a knot, take a quick shower, then brush, floss, and rinse with mouthwash. I get dressed, then stare at myself in the mirror.

There's nothing to worry about.

It's Sebastian Cartwright—Mr. Smooth Moves.

I take a deep breath, lift my chin, then open the door. I point to the couch. "You can sleep there."

He looks at me in horror. "What?"

I point to the floor. "Or you can sleep there."

He chuckles. "This is a king-size bed, Sunshine. There's plenty of room for both of us."

"Too bad for you that I still don't trust you." I smirk.

He groans. "Seriously, Georgia? I'm not sleeping on the couch. I'm tall. There's no way I'll fit on that thing. Look at it. It is a love seat."

I shrug. "The floor will work, then."