The Billionaire Takes a Bride (Billionaires and Bridesmaids, #3)(24)

For a moment, she thought he was going to argue with her. Instead, he rubbed a hand down his face and then threw his arms up. “Fine. Forget it. We won’t talk about it right now. I just worry about you, okay?”

“I’m fine, really!” She hauled herself off the bed and headed for the bathroom, desperate to get away.

“Holy f*ck, what’s that?”

She froze and turned around, clutching the robe. “What’s what?”

“Your leg.” His eyes were wide. “When did that happen?” He bounded off the bed and she saw he was in a pair of white boxer briefs that clung to his body and outlined . . . things. Things she was pretty sure she didn’t want to see on her new, platonic husband. Chelsea backed up as he approached her.

“What are you doing?”

“Let me see your leg,” he told her, then knelt and pushed the robe aside. His jaw dropped when an enormous, livid bruise on her hip was revealed. “Jesus, did I do that?”

“Oh, that old thing?” She called that her “landing spot” because every time she was knocked down in derby, she seemed to land on the same hip. “It’s just a bruise.”

“Just a bruise?” he echoed, looking up at her with concern. “It covers half your leg!”

“Pff. It does not.” She pushed the robe back in place, feeling a little uncomfortable at his intense scrutiny of her body. “I just fell. That’s all.”

“Chelsea,” he said, getting to his feet. The look on his face was somber. Worried. “You’re safe with me. You know that, right? I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

She leaned in and patted his cheek. “And that’s very sweet.”

“You can trust me.”

“That’s nice. Now I’m going to take a shower.”

He sighed. “Fine. We’ll talk about this some other time.” He turned back toward the bed.

“Just . . . one thing, Sebastian.”

He turned, the look on his face curious.

She pointed at the bathroom. “Can you turn the light on in there for me?” Yes, she was being a baby, and no, she didn’t care.

He sighed, shook his head, and turned the light on in the bathroom.

Chelsea took her time in the bathroom, showering, then spending an extra long time fixing her snarled hair. She was avoiding Sebastian, she knew it. But it was hard to go out there and have a conversation with the man when she didn’t want to talk about how she’d acted last night.

And of course he was dying to know. She didn’t blame him for that. She just wasn’t ready to talk about her issues. She shrugged the robe back on, tied it at her waist, and then emerged from the bathroom to find him fully dressed, his hair still a tousled mess, but his clothing tucked and ready to go. He flipped through his phone, barely glancing at her as she grabbed her bag. “Not even twenty-four hours and we’re already making headlines.”

“Really?”

“Someone saw us last night,” he said, voice cranky. “I hope you’re ready to be papped.”

Chelsea shrugged, pulling out a comfortable knit maxi dress. “I knew it was bound to happen when we got together. That’s fine.”

“Just try and ignore them. And if they get too close, you let me know.” The protective look on his face was fierce. “They’ll pressure you if you let them.”

“You’ll be right there, right?” At his nod, she continued. “Then I won’t be afraid of them.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “What do you think about a bodyguard for a few weeks? Just until things cool down and our lives get back to normal?”

Chelsea thought about it. A bodyguard might be a little intrusive. But . . . she also wouldn’t be alone. She remembered the cruel fan at her last bout, the one who had turned the lights off on her. “I think a bodyguard is a great idea,” she decided.

Sebastian looked pleased. “We’ll get you one when we fly back.”

“I’m ready to go back now.”

It was clear from his expression that she’d surprised him. “I thought you wanted to do a few touristy things?”

Not if they were going to get stalked by the paparazzi. Not if she was going to be trapped in this room with Sebastian and him constantly wondering and needing to know what was going on with her.

Besides, she had practice tomorrow night. Best to get settled in and back to her old lifestyle. “No, I think I’m ready to return. New Orleans isn’t holding as much appeal for me as I thought.”

“When we get back to New York, I should warn you that my mother and her ever-present camera crew are probably going to bombard us.”

Chelsea just gave him a wicked grin. “Are you kidding? I’d love to meet the family.”

He groaned.





Chapter Ten



Chelsea’s phone buzzed with an incoming text while they were on the jet back to New York.

Gretchen: I cannot believe you!

Chelsea: What?

Gretchen: I just saw your face on the Internet. You got married? To Sebastian?

Chelsea: Oh, yup, I did! It was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing.

Gretchen: I. Am. So. Hurt.

Chelsea: What? Why?

Gretchen: You never told me you were even dating! I thought you were two seconds away from joining a roller derby nunnery.