tongue.
Finally sated, Ashleigh allowed her husband to take her out for dinner. She found herself admiring how he looked in a tux rather than what was on her plate. “You are very handsome,” she said shyly.
“And you’re very beautiful,” he grinned. “You should wear that color more often.”
“Oh,” she said, blushing. He’d bought her a red lace dress cut down to there. She felt naked. “Don’t you think it’s a bit...revealing?” Ashleigh glanced down at her newfound cleavage. “I might fall into my dinner.”
Her husband stifled his laughter. “It suits you. You’re a grown woman, love. You should dress like one.”
Ashleigh smiled at her husband. “You’re right. I think I will.” She slipped off her shoe and toyed with his foot under the table. “Would you like to see the negligee I bought today?”
“Later,” he growled, taking a cooling sip of wine. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear anything. Make it easy on me.”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” She gave him a saucy wink and cut into her steak.
Sebastian eyed his young bride and his eyes glowed.
After a carriage ride through the park, Ashleigh rested her head on her husband’s shoulder in the elevator. “I’m sleepy.” she said, yawning.
Her husband slid his arms around her. “Want me to carry you?”
“That would be nice.” She sighed as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to their room. Too bad she ended up on the floor.
“Dad!” Sebastian blurted as they entered the suite. Ashleigh was shocked to see Damien in their room with an ugly scowl on his handsome face. “What are you doing here?” Her husband reached to help her up.
“I could ask you both the same question.” He stalked over to his stepdaughter and grabbed her hand. “I suppose I already know the answer, Sebastian!”
“Gee, Dad,” Sebastian said, completely cowed in his father’s presence. “I love Leigh and she loves me.”
Damien glanced at his stepdaughter. “Is this true?”
Ashleigh went to her husband without a hint of shame. “I do.”Her husband slipped his arms about her and pulled her close. “I had to marry her, Dad.” He caught her hand and kissed her wedding ring. “We couldn’t wait.”
Damien sighed and sat down, still feeling a bit woozy from the long flight. “I wish you’d spoken to me about it. There was no need to keep it a secret. Think your old man didn’t notice how you felt?”
Sebastian glanced at his wife. “How long have you known?”
“Long enough to know you two shouldn’t have been left alone together. You’ll have to explain this to your mother.”
“We will.” Sebastian glowered at his father. “So what’s the problem?”
Damien bristled. “Did I
say
there was a problem? I just think you should keep it to yourselves for a while.”
“And why is that?” Ashleigh demanded. “I’ll be nineteen in June!”
“I know that,” Damien said peevishly. “It’s bad timing that’s all. I’ve got the economic summit coming up and all that. It’s just not a good time.”“Gee, Dad,” Sebastian drawled. “When will be a good time? Leigh’s pregnant!”
Ashleigh gasped and clutched her stomach. “And you were going to tell me when?”
Damien couldn’t help laughing. “Look, kids. I’m not unhappy you’re married. I just want to keep it quiet until we get the summit taken care of. Then you can play happy families and I’ll be the first one to congratulate you.”
“Then what?”
“How about a honeymoon? Extended of course.”
It was all too much for Ashleigh. She slid to the floor and wouldn’t get up. Sebastian knelt beside her, glaring at his father. “Now look what you’ve done!”
Damien didn’t flinch. “You can go to Transylvania. Stay in the castle for as long as you like.”
Sebastian wiped his wife’s face and brow. “What do you think, love?”
Ashleigh nodded. “Whatever.” She held up her hand. “Help me to the bathroom. I’m going to be sick.”
Chelsea Camaron, Mj Fields