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SHE CAN'T BE YOUR FIANCEE

It all looks incredibly soothing.

“You said there was a mini fridge?” I tease.

He opens something I thought was a dark wood cabinet to reveal a discreet mini fridge. Then he opens another cabinet door to reveal a flat screen TV I can watch from my bed.

I kick off my shoes and flop back on my bed. It might be the softest thing I’ve ever felt.

“I may never leave this room,” I say.

“Unfortunately, you’re going to have to,” Nathan says. “It’s time for you to earn your keep.”

“What do you mean?” I sit up, having visions of Nathan sending me to wash a mound of dishes, or whatever else Cinderella had to do when she moved in with the prince.

“We have dinner with my dad in about...” He checks his watch, “forty-five minutes.”

“What?” I yelp.

I knew something like this was coming. But I didn’t expect it to come so fast. “Shouldn’t we warm up with an easier audience?” I say. “Maybe dinner with a neighbor you don’t care about?”

Nathan ignores my nerves. “I didn’t know what you packed, so I had my
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