Page 12 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“Well, I am.” He glances around, his eyes scanning the pool area.
“Then where is your swimsuit?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because you’re interrupting my peace and I’m trying to figure out why.”
“Who’s to sayyou’renot interruptingmypeace?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and this right here is one of the main reasons why this man is infuriating. He always has a comeback for everything.
“You’re the one who ran into me, knocking me over.”
“Is that so?” he asks. “It seems like I was innocently strolling by when you bounced up off the floor and nearly smacked me in the face with your hand, making me lose my balance and topple over you.” He presses his hand to his chest. “If anything, you startled me and now I might you need you to pay for one of my drinks to calm my nerves.”
“God, you’re an idiot.” I shake my head at my brother’s best friend.
“Idiot, or smart businessman?”
“Idiot,” I say as I take a seat on my lounge chair, immediately descending into a terrible mood. “How long are you here so I know how long I need to deal with the stench of you?”
“Ten days,” he answers. “And that stench you’re smelling is your feet.”
“Will you grow up, please?” Also…ten days? NO! Unless…“When did your ten days start?”
“Today.” He smiles.
I hide my disappointment. Of course it started today. Of course he’s at the same resort. And of course he’s undoubtedly the only single guy here. I would bet my business on it because that’s the kind of luck I’ve been blessed with in this life.
Here I thought I was about to get laid several times in Bora-Bora by a naked stranger hung like a freaking horse. And instead, I’m going to have to awkwardly dodge my brother’s best friend around the pools, beaches, and resort activities.
“From the sneer in your lip, I’m going to guess that’s not the news you wanted to hear,” he mocks.
“The only thing I want to hear right now is the sound of your footsteps moving away from me.”
“Is that how you should really greet an old friend, Maggie?”
I glare up at him. “You’re not an old friend, you’re my brother’sidiotfriend who thinks mayonnaise is part of the food pyramid. And I’m not greeting you, I’m excusing you.” I motion to the side. “So, move along.”
Hands in his pockets, he smirks down at me. I avoid direct eye contact with the smirk because even though he’s the most irritating man I’ve ever met, he’s insanely attractive—rememberthe moan?—and I don’t need to get caught up in…well…him.
“Good to see you too, Maggie. Maybe we can grab a drink later, catch up.”
I pick up my phone, which chimes in my hand with a text. “I can guarantee you that won’t happen. Goodbye.”
And with that, I tune him out and thank the heavens above as he walks away.
I stare down at my phone, unable to process the text in front of me as my mind whirls with annoyance. Seriously, universe…why?
Why did you bring Brody McFadden to my place of solitude?
For all I know, he’s going to make this vacation unbearable. He’ll probably see me talking to some single guy at the bar and start regaling him with all the embarrassing stories Gary’s told him.
This vacation has disaster written all over it.
Groaning in frustration, I sink down into my lounge chair and pull up my text messages.
Ready to see a text from Hattie, I instead see a notification from my Google alerts. I have them set for certain searches, which includes anything wedding-related within San Francisco.
I glance at the alert and seeHopper wedding set for Bora-Bora.
