"You're crazy," Jennifer whispered to herself as she gazed at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.
And she was crazy. These last few days had been utterly crazy, and her choices to go along with all of it were crazy, too. She had pretended to have a different name to get a story from Jonathan Hart but instead, she'd gone out to half the lounge clubs in London on his arm and come back up to his penthouse suite at the Ritz where he'd promptly passed out from jet lag. She'd then gone home and returned the next morning with bagels to discover someone had posted a story online under her name about Hart Industries. And if that weren't crazy enough, she and Jonathan had gotten embroiled in a murder and corporate espionage plot where she'd been suspected of killing her editor and then held hostage in the Tower of London. At the end of it all, Jonathan had proposed marriage and Jennifer had said yes. Crazy!
But she had absolutely no regrets about Jonathan. She was head over heels in love with him and yet also felt so safe and secure and comfortable with him. Jennifer had never felt like that before. Passion and comfort in one. She wasn't going to let that miracle pass her by.
It was just that…well…she'd agreed to marry this man after kissing him half a dozen times over the course of two days. It was the twenty-first century and Jennifer was a modern woman who very much enjoyed sex and had plenty of it over the years. And now she was engaged to marry a man she'd never even touched. At least nothing beyond a PG-rating. Frankly, she was a little appalled that she would even think of marrying a man without seeing his dick. There was an old saying, why would you buy a cow when you can get the milk for free? Well, Jennifer was suddenly worried that she was in contract to buy a cow whose milk might be sour.
She grimaced to herself at that metaphor. "Am I really going to marry a man before I know how good the sex is?" she whispered to herself. Jennifer sighed and fluffed her hair a little. "Well, hopefully he'll be teachable."
And with that, she turned and left the bathroom.
Jonathan was waiting for her in the bedroom, his jacket and tie strewn across a nearby chair with his shoes and socks neatly placed next to it. He was pouring champagne for them. A new bottle, obviously, from the one they'd tried to share before he passed out. Which was the first attempt they'd had at going to bed together. Jennifer felt quite certain this time would go better.
He turned to look at her when he heard the door open, and Jennifer smiled when his jaw dropped in surprise. "Wow," he said.
Jennifer didn't really have anything to wear to entice him, since they'd come right from their carriage ride around the park—after all, neither of them wanted to waste any more time before this crucial next step in their relationship. So Jennifer had gone into the bathroom and taken one of the robes from the hook on the back of the door. She stripped off all her clothes except her bra and panties and wrapped the robe around her body. She had also taken all the pins out of her hair. She realized that Jonathan hadn't seen her with her hair down yet. That was probably the cause of his surprised reaction.
Jonathan managed to recover, however, and came toward her with a glass of champagne. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured, handing her the glass.
She took it and smiled. "I'm glad you like my hair, though I don't know if it's all that special," she said with a chuckle.
"Everything about you is special," he insisted. "But I'm enjoying getting to see you in all different ways. Hair up or down, wearing this or that."
"Or nothing," she interjected.
He hummed in agreement. "I'm very much looking forward to that," he said in a low, sexy tone.
"So am I," Jennifer replied. "Cheers to that." She clinked her glass against his and took a sip of champagne. The bubbles filled her mouth and slid down her throat to join the butterflies in her stomach. She was a little nervous, but mostly she was just eager.
"Jennifer?" Jonathan said in that low tone again.
"Yes?"
"I love you very much."
Oh she didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing him say that. It felt so unbelievable and yet so incredibly right. But that could be said about everything about Jonathan Hart.
Jennifer drank down the rest of her champagne in two large swallows and put the glass down on the side table behind her. She wrapped one arm around Jonathan's middle and pulled herself against him. Her other hand rested on his cheek and brought his face to hers in a beautiful, romantic, fiery kiss.
She was going to marry this man. It was time to see what he was made of.