“I do...I feel the same way about—” My sentence was interrupted with a hot and passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away from me, I tried to finish what I was going to say but he kissed me until I completely forgot.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed with us sitting like that, but the next thing I felt was him slowly moving himself out of me and repositioning me in his lap.
“I feel like we’ve done everything...” I murmured.
“Everything?”
“In regards to sex...”
“No, not everything.” He cupped my ass and squeezed it, trailing one finger between my cheeks. “But I figured we should save something for the honeymoon.”
My eyes widened in shock.
“I can also think of several other places where I’d love to f**k you.”
“You should make a list.”
“I will.” He gently eased me out of his lap.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“To the only notary I trust.” He stood and picked my dress up from the floor. “He wasn’t able to charter a jet on short notice so we’re going to him in L.A.”
“Why do we need to see a notary?”
“Because you didn’t sign the papers I sent to your office.”
I sighed.
He’d sent me a sealed box of property deeds, yacht ownership records, and several investment portfolios at the beginning of the week. He’d had them delivered via two of his security guards with a handwritten note: “I want to share everything I own with you, before we’re married—Jonathan.”
“Why are you in such a rush?” I asked.
“Why are you not?”
“Because I’m being practical. Don’t you think it makes more sense to wait until I actually have your last name before I co-own everything you’ve worked so hard to get?”
“Not unless you plan on backing out of marrying me.” His voice was firm. “Since you decided not to sign the papers when I told you to—when my bank was willing to look the other way, we both need a separate set of witnesses and a notary for each set of contracts.”
Oh... “I’m sorry...I didn’t know that was why you did that.”
“And the second we’re done signing all these f**king contracts, we’re going to make a stop at a hotel.”
“We’re spending the night in L.A?”
“Yes. With our wedding planner.”
“What? I thought we were meeting with her next week. I still need to look through a few magazines and catalogues to make sure I have everything I want.”
“We’re doing it now, Claire. Right. Now. I feel like you’re delaying this, and if that’s the case I need to know why.” He looked as if he was waiting for me to say something, but I shook my head. “If it’s not the case, I need to know that you’re as serious as I am about getting married.” He pulled me close to his chest. “You can still meet with her next week to fine tune all the small details, but I want the date and the venue set tonight.”
“I am very serious about marrying you, Jonathan...”
“Prove it.”
“Okay, let me get this straight...” Our wedding planner paced our hotel suite tapping her lip.
Her name was Paris Corwin and she was the top wedding planner in the country. She’d worked with hundreds of celebrities, superstar athletes, and had even been an advisor for the royal wedding overseas.
Impeccably dressed in a dark gray suit and creamy colored blouse, she was wearing her brown hair in an asymmetrical bob that loosely framed her heart shaped face.
“You want the ceremony to be outdoors facing the ocean, but you don’t want it to be within miles of anywhere that’s accessible to the public?” She looked at me. “And you also don’t want it to be on a beach?”
“Right.”
“And you want the reception to be in an indoor facility that’s within walking distance from the ceremony space, but it has to have glass ceilings?”
“Correct.”
She took off her glasses and rubbed her forehead. “It also has to be in San Francisco?”
Jonathan spoke up. “We would prefer that.”
“Okay, well...I’m just going to be honest with you two. You may have to concede on a few things if you want to have it there.”
“A few things like what?” I raised my eyebrow. I’d been envisioning my wedding every night and I didn’t want to give up any of my preferences.
“Well...” She walked over to the projector screen she’d set up on the other side of the room. She dimmed the lights and clicked her mini remote. “This is a picture of The Shores Resort. It is a beachfront resort, but they have a huge ballroom with glass ceilings.”
She clicked again and another picture appeared onscreen. “This is La Santa Maria resort. It has a beautiful outdoor area that’s near the beach, but instead of sand there’s grass—which is what you want, but the ballroom does not feature glass ceilings. It does have floor to ceiling glass walls though, and those walls are twenty feet high.”
One of her team members walked over and handed me a white binder.