I giggled. “Sure it is.”

And then he pushed his hardness against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but giggle more.

“Pipe down, Pepe Le Pew,” I joked.

This time he was the one laughing. He squeezed me tight. “I can’t help it. You are ze corned beef to me, and I am ze cabbage to you,” he said in his best French accent.

I didn’t want our stay to come to an end, but unfortunately, reality was an evil bitch and Sebastian had to get back to his club. After packing, I had two extra suitcases, filled with stuff Sebastian had bought for me in Barbados.

The plane ride back was a lot smoother than it was coming, but Sebastian made the ride easier by holding my hand and whispering soothing words into my hair.

It was a late flight. There were only a few of us on the plane, so when Sebastian covered us with a blanket and I felt his hand slip between my thighs, I only put up a small fight.

His fingers worked their magic and before I knew it I was quietly panting and moaning into his shoulder. When we stepped off the plane, I was already looking forward to our next trip.

“Stay. Sleep. I’m going to make an appearance downstairs and I’ll be right back.”

He pulled away from me, pulling back the sheet and kissing any piece of bare skin he could find.

“Hurry back.”

Thirty minutes passed and I figured I might as well get up and take a shower. Stepping into Sebastian’s massive shower, I stood under the multiple shower heads and let the steaming water pour over me.

When I got out, the luxurious towel I wrapped around my body had been warmed by a towel warmer.

Going back into Sebastian’s bedroom, I pulled off my robe and dressed in a pair of his boxers and one of his T-shirts. I had my own clothes, but I preferred wearing his.

I spent the next twenty minutes being nosey. There were pictures to look at and colognes on his dresser to smell. He was so organized, it was cute.

“Are you snooping?” I spun around to see Vick standing in the door way of Sebastian’s room.

I flushed, twisting my hands together in front of me and smiled at her. She didn’t smile back and there was something very odd about her behavior.

“Maybe just a little.” I tried another small smile, but she wasn’t having it.

“Sebastian doesn’t like his girls being nosey, Jessica.”

Her tone gave me pause. Not because it was angry, but because there was something else mixed in. She sounded… jealous.

“He doesn’t call me that anymore. He knows my name.”

She nodded condescendingly. “Oh, right. Do you think that makes you special, Rosslyn? Do you think Sebastian is going to marry you now and you’ll ride off into the sunset together?”

My shoulders stiffened. “I don’t know what to expect, but I know Sebastian is changing… and he likes it.”

She scoffed, her face twisting angrily. “Are you shitting me with this? Men don’t change, especially men like Sebastian.”

I felt bad for Vick. She was in love with Sebastian and he was in love with someone else. I didn’t know what that felt like, but it was easy to try and understand when I thought of Sebastian being with someone else.

“I’m sorry if this hurts you, Vick. I know it can’t be easy to see Sebastian with me, but…”

She barked a laugh so loud it made me jump. “Wow, you really are fucking nuts.” Her eyes narrowed and she glared at me like she was waiting for me to catch fire under her stare. “You have no idea what you’re talking about and you have no idea who Sebastian really is, or what he’s done in the past.”

I shook my head. “I don’t care what he’s done in the past. What’s done is done, and I’m sure there are things he regrets. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about him now. I love him and I would do anything for him.”

She stared at me long and hard. “So you’re in love with him. You would do anything for him. Does that include keeping his secrets?”

“Yes.”

“I bet if you knew, if you only knew, you’d hate him. You’d wish you never met him. You may even wish him dead.”

I frowned, not understanding what she was trying to tell me. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone has skeletons, Rosslyn. Some worse than others. You just have to know where to look.”

She came toward me and I felt a rush of fear. But she walked past me and I turned, not trusting my back to her. Pulling on the corner of a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge, she revealed a safe tucked secretly behind it.