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she looked up she could feel her heart
pounding in her chest. He moved a piece of her hair from her face,
leaned down and kissed her until she forgot the question.

Chapter 4
    Sunlight
flooded her closed eyes making Chelsea wince. She opened them slowly.
Matthew had fallen asleep next to her still dressed in his best. She
knew the drinks and long car ride had caused that. Reaching out a
hand, she stroked his cheek softly. His skin was warm. Leaning over
she kissed his lips.
    “ Good
morning to you too,” he mumbled.
    There
was a knock on the door. Matthew weakly called out come in. Jackson
stepped through the door, looked at both of them and cleared his
throat. Chelsea had the sheet pulled up to her shoulders, but the
fact that they were bare probably made him think there was more going
on than it seemed. Chelsea looked away, embarrassed.
    “ Your
mother has requested you for breakfast. It should be ready in twenty
minutes,” he said.
    Matthew
thanked him then groaned. Slowly, he rolled over, pushing himself off
of the bed. Chelsea helped him out of his jacket. He grabbed towels
for both of them out of the linen closet before tossing her one.
    “ I’m
going to shower in the bathroom across from my room. Or, you could
join me,” he said with a grin.
    Chelsea
shook her head. “Your mother already doesn’t like me.
Let’s keep this as unsexy as possible.”
    Matthew
chuckled as he headed out of the room after placing a kiss on her
nose. She watched him leave, then slipped out of bed herself. Her
feet touched the cool wooden floor, not yet warmed by the sun. She
sighed. It was going to be a long day. She grabbed her towel before
padding across into the bedroom. She had a slight hangover, but she
hoped some food and pain pills would remedy that soon enough.
    Stepping
out of the shower, she wiped fog from the mirror with her hand. Her
hair was all over her head. She laughed. Only Matthew would still
find her beautiful when she was a mess. She spent some time combing
through her hair before she put it into a ponytail. Rifling through
her clothes, she found something she thought would be suitable for
breakfast. A pale green top, blue jeans and brown sandals. She
examined herself in the mirror, swiped on a little makeup, then
headed downstairs for breakfast.
    As
Chelsea trailed a hand down the banister, she could already smell
food filling the house. Her stomach made its hunger known by growling
loudly. She placed her hand over it making a shushing sound. When she
reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned her head first one way,
then another. She realized she had no idea where she was going.
    “ This
way, ma’am,” Jackson said making her
    “ Thanks,”
she said sheepishly, “you don’t have to call me ma’am
though. I’m Chelsea. Please call me that.”
    “ Yes,
Miss Chelsea.”
    She
shook her head. It was a start at least. They walked down a corridor
passing room after room as they went. Chelsea wondered what was
behind the closed doors. Finally, they stepped into the dining room.
A long, oak table stood in the middle. Around the table sat Matthew,
his parents and Sangi and Andrew, who seemed to be in deep
conversation in hushed tones.
    “ Crissy,
so good of you to join us,” Matthew’s mom said with a
tight lipped smile.
    “ Chelsea.
Yes, I couldn’t find it right away. You have a really beautiful
home,” she said as she sat down.
    Everyone
was nicely dress, looking a bit more than casual in light colored
slacks and neat button downs. Chelsea wondered if these people even
knew what casual was. Even Sangi was wearing a summer dress, red with
yellow flowers splashed on it. She was really beginning to feel that
she was out of her league.
    Matthew
took her hand, giving it a squeeze beneath the table. Food was
brought out by smartly dressed kitchen staff. All of them wearing
simple black pants and white shirts.
    “ Alright,
Lyle. You can say grace now,” Catherine said.
    Lyle
placed his phone on the table