Modern Romance June 2019 Books 5-8. Andie Brock

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      Regardless of how uncomfortable it made him that Mae had plotted like this, there was something very expedient and businesslike in having marriage and progeny sourced and negotiated so all he had to do was agree to the terms. It provided a beautifully simple means of keeping emotions out of the equation.

      “You could just give me the dowry,” Luli urged with faint hope.

      If everything she had told him was true—and he was beginning to think it was—then she was too inexperienced to strike out alone, especially in a major center like New York or Paris, money in her pockets or not. The idea of her disappearing into thin air didn’t sit well.

      “It’s very likely Mae intended to make our marriage a condition of my inheriting.” He likely would have refused, but now he’d met Luli and wasn’t so sure. He saw so much untapped potential in her. “In the same way I’m honoring her arrangements for the staff, I should provide you what she intended you to have.”

      “A husband? Lucky me,” she choked.

      He was both amused and insulted.

      “This is a very quick means of gaining you residency in New York, where you said you wanted to go. I’d prefer to get back there without delay.” He handed her the contract. “Read it. If you agree it’s favorable, we’ll sign it in the morning, marry and be on our way.”

      “New York? Really?” For the first time, an avid flash glittered in her eyes.

      It made him cautious enough to add, “And this way I can be sure you’re not embezzling to accounts in South America or dropping inconvenient PR bombshells.”

      She rolled the contract and held it in her fist, cocked her head in suspicion. “Am I supposed to disable everything now?”

      “This isn’t a trick.” He hid a smile at how much he enjoyed the way she held ground and presented a challenge at every turn. “Disable the timer. I’ll break in on my own time and assess what you’ve done. I don’t like that you’ve found vulnerabilities. I’ll examine those doors and seal them myself, ensure nothing like this can happen again.”

      Maybe this was the real attraction to marrying her, he mused as she frowned and left the room. He wanted to delve past her defenses and understand how she worked.

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      It was an opportunity that felt too good to turn down. And Luli had run out of options. Losing Mae had left her bereft in many ways.

      The marriage contract was quite generous, but he didn’t really want to give her an allowance, did he? Not that much? She crossed it out and set a question mark beside it for discussion. What about the settlements for children? Did he expect them to have sex? Or was this a marriage in name only?

      She went down early the next morning, wanting to talk it out, but he was much in demand. Solicitors and other officials were literally queued up, waiting their turn while he signed papers, made arrangements for Mae’s cremation and held a small press conference.

      She finally caught his eye by hovering in the doorway as he was dismissing someone.

      “Ready?” he asked, waving her in with a frown at what she was wearing.

      He had asked her to put on something for travel, but she didn’t own anything except her uniform dresses. She had stolen into Mae’s closet for the only clothes that fit her wide hips and ample chest. The pleated skirt was a mustard color, the brocade jacket double-breasted and so dated it had mattresses for shoulder pads.

      She smiled a hesitant greeting at Mae’s lawyer who sat with a clerk on the sofa, papers laid out before them on the coffee table. Another man rose as she entered.

      Gabriel took the pages from her, reading as he said, “Close the door. This is Mr. Johnson from the American embassy. He’s liaising with the Venezuelan authorities to obtain your emergency passport and issue your permit to enter the US.”

      “Oh. Thank you. Nice to meet you.” She shook the American’s hand.

      “I understand you’re both very much in love,” Mr. Johnson said, making a facetious V with his lips.

      “What...?”

      “He’s officiating our marriage.” Gabriel leaned on the desk to affix his signature to the bottom of the contract in a firm scratch. He offered the pen to her. “Which is, of course, a love match and not a work-around for residency.”

      She opened her mouth, wanting to say she had come in here to discuss the contract, not sign it. Not do this.

      But there was Mr. Johnson, waiting to issue her a passport and the right to enter the US. All she had to do was keep her mouth shut.

      She pressed her lips tight and took the pen in fingers that felt nerveless and clumsy. Her scrawl was jerky and not the least bit pretty. In fact, she couldn’t recall the last time she had written her whole given name.

      Gabriel handed the document to the attorney then looked to Mr. Johnson.

      Right there in front of Mae’s desk, where Luli had stood a thousand times, she spoke vows to create a life with Gabriel, then signed another piece of paper and was pronounced his wife.

      “You may kiss,” Mr. Johnson said.

      Gabriel was suddenly very close. Bigger. His eyes seeming to turn a dark, hunter green. He was asking her a silent question, one she couldn’t interpret, let alone answer.

      The heat of his palm settled against the side of her neck. The width of his chest blocked out the world while his head came down.

      She had wondered about kissing. There had been one, a very long time ago. It had been wet and off-putting and—

      Conscious thought disappeared as the smooth heat of his lips grazed hers, once, twice. It caused a buzzing sensation, almost ticklish. Maddening. She found herself pressing into her toes, rising so her mouth more firmly met his, soothing the crazed feeling and suddenly his lips were fully sealed over hers.

      Surprise held them both still for one heartbeat. Then his mouth moved in a lazy, curious taste of hers, parting her lips with the movement. Fireworks detonated under her skin and exploded against her closed eyelids.

      A gasp caught in her throat, but it was the shock of having so many sensations accost her. His faint taste of bitter, black kopi, the scent of his aftershave on his smooth cheek, the sweep of his tongue that somehow sent a wrecking ball into her middle and another into her pounding heart.

      She splayed a hand over his chest. His kiss grew more devouring. She found herself squeezed up against the solid wall of his chest. His hard arms felt strangely good, if overwhelming. She was barely aware of what she was doing, moving her mouth against his out of instinct. Her arms unfurled to twine around his neck and she let her weight rest more fully against him as a drugged lassitude kept her in this wonderful place. She wanted to do this forever, mouth sliding against mouth, easing slightly then coming back with a deeper hunger. It was glorious.

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